The Clash Of Ideas Is The Sound

When I No Longer Thrill To The First Snow Of The Season, I'll Know I'm Growing Old.

I Love Washington, But It Is A Self-important Town.

Then There's The Joy Of Getting Your Desk Clean, And Knowing That All Your Letters Are Answered, And You Can See The Wood On It Again.

A Little Stress And Adventure Is Good For You, If Nothing Else, Just To Prove You Are Alive.

Where Flowers Bloom So Does Hope.