Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head.

How do you top another musician? You do what he does best and make it better.

Those extra three seconds of I'm Looking Through You on the US version of Rubber Soul, just makes the song that wee bit better.

I'll never get tired of waking up next to you

And staring into those big ol' eyes

Oh come on, it won't be such a big deal.

Let's rent, not buy.

The market is much too high

For me, for us to be able to afford

The beautiful house on the beach

You always wished for

We'll rent now under someone else's roof

And save away those pennies

Until we can trade them in for pebbles of sand

On the shore

I promise you one day

You'll get the balcony looking out into the sea

I won't quit my job

And I'll keep myself still

Holding out through all the pencil pushing

Executive blood boiling office world

Just so can I get you the white picket fence

Around the kelly green grass

It sounds pretty cliche

But at that point in our life

I think that is what we'll need

To settle down and stop swimming against

reality's tough current

Smiles await you when you rise

I promise I'll be everything you want me to be

The musical talent of George

The peaceful soul of John

The maturity of Paul and

With a little bit of the gookyness of Ringo Starr.

Boy, you're going to carry that weight

A Long Time

I promise you I won't have any issues investing your love

There'll be plenty of buyers

Especially in such a heated market like the one

We see today

You would think families would stop ordering out

Put aside the take out

Maybe learn to cook for a change

But no, it's strange, they just simply can't get enough

Of what you do best

You will be this agency's ace in the hole

In this harsh economic climate

People are forgetting how to love

And I know, you'll help them out

Rain or shine.

I'm a critic of everything. Maybe I should have my own column on the front page of Life.

Why don't I write like I used to? What is it? What's wrong?

So hear me out,

Maybe we should start to be a little more..

You know, what's the word I'm thinking of?

Cliche

That's it, you always know the missing words in my sentence.s

It seems to be that we're drifting apart from society

And I started to notice this when your mother

Bought us a new table cloth

And I just gave her a blank stare

Why do we need a new table cloth?

What's wrong with this one?

What's wrong with the one we have been using for seven years thus far?

I'm out of touch of reality and the norms

Maybe I should read more.

Where's my Catcher in the Rye?

My father would take me out fishing

Once a week, Every week

Throughout my summer break

He told me we were looking for Mermaids

We'd find the most beautiful two

And they'd take us away from the terrible

Place called Land

I'd always ask,

"What about mom? But...what about mommy?

We can't leave mommy. She can come too right?"

And he'd always say,

"She's not made for the sea, she'll be on land until the day

She dies."

When my parents divorced,

It hit my Father harder,

I guess because well, it was out of his hands.

He didn't want to keep carpenting,

His hobbies all fell apart and he took his savings

Bought himself a boat and left shore.

Mother moved to Tennessesse with her new lover

He's a lawyer

Not that it really matters

Well, to my Father it does,

He's convinced her new husband won her over

With his devilish looks and split snake tongue.

I wonder if he meant the sexual inneundo.

It's strange to watch your Father's heart break

My parents had seen mine shattered at least three times

"There's plenty of fish out in the sea."

Of course there is but you'll never find that one in particular again.

Maybe you'll find a new breed.

You'll get that better catch

But it's never the same fish,

Actually, if you set them back out, it could be

But let's take that possibility out.

I couldn't tell him that. I couldn't pat him on the back,

"Dad, don't worry, you'll find a better one!"

What catch will be better than a high school sweet heart

Who gave birth to his only son?

When he pulled into a dock,

I was the only one he called.

He'd only be there for a few days

If I wanted to see him

If I wanted to talk

I'd have to fly out there and meet with him

"I'll eventually pay you back for the ticket,

When I get it all back together."

I never let him pay me back.

"What have you been doing Dad, out on sea I mean? Thinking?"

"Mostly. I brought a bunch of calendars with me from previous years

I have been trying to pin point the day your mother stopped loving me."

Well that was garbage.

I wish I was a witty cynical bastard like John Cleese.