For Here Am I Sitting In A

It's Not The Side-effects Of The Cocaine - I'm Thinking That It Must Be Love. It's Too Late To Be Grateful, It's Too Late To Be Hateful, It's Too Late To Be Late Again, The European Cannon Is Here.

For Here Am I Sitting In A Tin Can, Far Above The World. Planet Earth Is Blue, And There's Nothing I Can Do.

Strangely, Some Songs You Really Don't Want To Write.

I Suspect That Dreams Are An Integral Part Of Existence, With Far More Use For Us Than We've Made Of Them...the Fine Line Between The Dream State And Reality Is At Times, For Me, Quite Grey.

As You Get Older, The Questions Come Down To About Two Or Three. How Long? And What Do I Do With The Time I've Got Left?