So I'm All Of Love That Could

This Boat That We Just Built Is Just Fine - And Don't Try To Tell Us It's Not The Sides And The Back Are Divine - It's The Bottom I Guess We Forgot

If You're Behind The Times, They Won't Notice You. If You're Right In Tune With Them, You're No Better Than They Are, So They Won't Care Much For You. Be Just A Little Ahead Of Them.

Let Us Leave This Place Where The Smoke Blows Black And The Dark Street Winds And Bends. Past The Pits Where The Asphalt Flowers Grow We Shall Walk With A Walk That Is Measured And Slow, And Watch Where The Chalk-white Arrows Go To The Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.

It's All The Same To The Clam.

Imagine - Four Years You Could Have Spent Travelling Around Europe Meeting People, Or Going To The Far East Of Africa Or India, Meeting People, Exchanging Ideas, Reading All You Wanted To Anyway, And Instead I Wasted It At Roosevelt.