I kept her in the shape of the night, but not as a prisoner of war. Tell the analysis it isn’t alright, ‘cause this part of the mind is dressed in childish decor.
And when the sun comes out, I’ll ask to play, and if you don’t have money we’ll work all day. And there’s a time and a place she said– well, this is that place. We’ve got to think ahead or we’ll have to retrace.
The little engine that could was the engine that would– now, I told you I’d never–