So I'm lying here
Just staring at the ceiling tiles
And I'm thinking about, oh what to think about
Just listening and relistening
To Smiley Smile
And I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought
Coming back here is like looking at a photo album some times. I see old friends, I see friends that I've lost or have disappeared, and I remember the times I had with them. The adventure, the romance, the humor and creativity of it all. And now that I'm older I look back on all of the imagination I used to have and mourn it.