It's the end. Of another year. End of. Another night. It's the end of another beautiful day. Oh won't you. Come and visit me. What do you say?. . Isolation.
Mornin!. . Living on the ceiling. Under your floor. Outside your back door. Upstairs in the bedroom. Underneath the sink. Anywhere you care to think. .
I - I - I - I wish I woz from Another Planet. And I could get back there anytime I wanted.. There ain't much here to stop me from leaving. There ain't much here that would cause me too much grieving..