Lately I been thinkin' 'bout the changing world, Tryin' to fit in pieces of dreams. Just tryin' to add it up, figure out what it means when a lost planet comes tumbling home. Does it have to have a beer to break free from what is here and continue to pick up these pieces of dreams? And I'm livin' with a game show host Who has to brag and has to boast, 'Bout tearin' down.... the things that I hold dear. While the day is with us and the birds are near Singin' in the sun, baskin' in its light. Has it just risen through the fogs of fear? Can I take a minute to do what's right? Before that starts me thinkin'.... distractin' me again, Do I have something to say? Maybe just a feelin' that things are bound to change Or just that crazy searchlight.... lightin' someone's way. I'm not gonna work it out right here and right now I got some things to do, got some calls to make. But I'll get back to it....somehow. Hear that crazy little bird callin' out his song, Standin' out on a limb almost too long? Singin' out to his mate, she answers every time. Almost always.