The Sweet Love Between The Moon And

Well I Stand Up Next To A Mountain, And I Chop It Down With The Edge Of My Hand

You're Just Like Crosstown Traffic, So Hard To Get Through To You.

Imagination Is The Key To My Lyrics. The Rest Is Painted With A Little Science Fiction.

When I Die, Just Keep Playing The Records.

Butterflies And Zebras And Moonbeams And Fairy Tales That's All She Ever Thinks About Riding With The Wind.