Here & Now
Letters to Cleo

Just living on a Sunday morning,
got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
never enough not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about
And it might be...

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
here and now

Parody of yourself in color,
giving it to everybody but your mother and
You've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be...

The comfort a of knowledge of a rise above the sky above could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
here and now