Crazy people know. The special place to go. When the pressure is on. Neurons re-align. 'Til the feeling is fine. Or the trouble is gone. They're in the business.
Ultra-violet rays are washing over all the boys and girls. As their moms lay tanning by the pool. All of their dads arriving home. All the children hug his neck unaware of their inheritence.
Satellites mediate. For us the day's events. Through fiber optics. I hope we can change the same. . I wouldn't mind. But you are my only hope. I wouldn't mind.