Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
The older I get, the more order I like to have around the house. Put things in their place. Get rid of stuff no longer needed. Keep things fixed. I hope to retire in another 18 months and may consume my time with additional order maintaining activities. I have become my father. That is a good thing as he was quite a man.