Breathe in. Breathe out. I've calculated how many times I will cut my nails before I'm done here on this planet. This is surely not my century, boys. Neither was that last one. I try to believe in heaven. I really do. It's funny, I'm usually pretty easily fooled.
The here and now have me buffaloed. This is heaven. Pay attention. I've got a soundtrack to finish. It's in four/four mostly.