Long days journey into the night of tomorrow morning . . .
and Pink, have I ever wished for an endless night . . . lassoed the moon and the stars and held that rope tight . . . have I ever (meant to write so much more) and . . . it's only half past the point of no return, the tip of iceberg, the sun before the burn, the thunder before the lightening, breath before the phrase . . . la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, smiling, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes . . . I always feel that way.