The Man Who Sailed Around His Soul

Well I Don't Know How Many Pounds Make Up A Ton, Of All The Nobel Prizes That I've Never Won, And I May Be The Mayor Of Simpleton, But I Know One Thing, And That's I Love You.

You Know, I Was Such A Big Beatles Fan, And When I'd Buy A New Album I'd Invariably Hate It The First Time I Heard It 'cause It Was A Mixture Of Absolute Joy And Absolute Frustration. I Couldn't Grasp What They'd Done, And I'd Hate Myself For That.

I Leaned Right Over To Kiss Your Stoney Book A Little Jealous Of The Ships With Whom You Flirt A Billion Lovers With Their Cameras Snap To Look And In My Fantasy I Sail Beneath Your Skirt

Ballet For A Rainy Day Silent Film Of Melting Miracle Play Dancing Out There Through My Window To The Backdrop Of A Slow Descending Grey

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Knowing That Your Lenses Peep Now I Eat My Daily Bread And Into The Tape Spool I'll Be Fed