caterpillars have the ideal life. they eat a lot and then sleep for a while and wake up beautiful.
one last thing before I go to bed
—AND THE PIANO IT SOUNDS LIKE A CARNIVAL
AND THE MICROPHONE SMELLS LIKE A BEER
AND THEY SIT AT THE BAR AND PUT BREAD IN MY JAR
AND SAY MAN, WHAT’RE YOU DOIN’ HEEEERRE
(it was my last song for the night, another one I’m not likely to get tired of)