While I'm feeling sorry for myself I should add that my Sunday supper was served in a paper bag, wrapped in more paper, accompanied by a paper cup of coffee... wolfed down behind the wheel of a small automobile.
Listening to Talking Heads.
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, "Well, how did I get here?"
