I guess I could write you a story or two about the way the sunshine reflects off the dew. How the moon beams are brightest just before dawn, or how my grass is much greener when you mow the lawn. My A frame is bigger then my B plus my C, if you know what I’m saying then please roll with me. Grab a boat and an oar and a fab pair of shoes, and we’ll go to a place where the greens and the yellows outshine all your blues. You can dance on the sound waves, you can laugh at the yokes, you can burry your mattress in the leaves that you smoke. Forget about distance and forget about pain, remember the good times and escape from your chains.