We were talking about how all the years go by,. People and places and the march of time,. Only memories can take us back there again;. . Like the day on the boat, beneath a clear blue sky,.
Oh Lord, I'm tired, it's time to go to bed,. Way, after midnight, and the wine's gone to my head,. Lying here upon the shore just listening to the waves,.
Let there be light where there was darkness,. Let there be love where there was hate,. Even in the terrors of the night,. Sooner or later, comes the day;.
Dennis is a menace. With his "Anyone for tennis?". And he'd beseech me to come keep the score.. And Maude said, "Oh Lord, I'm so terribly bored". I really can't stand it anymore....