I don't understand, I just live and do ‘Congratulations!' You said, ‘you're allowed' I think I'm all-feel today. You think, ‘You think, you stink'* Ten Exits away, you just said, ‘Oh. Wow.' I'm so relaxed, little wistful perhaps Ocean next. Ocean next Just go and see ‘the thousand pictures'* That tomorrow is or will surely be Read, read, read. Receive, lose, receive Be happy, it's all you leave I'm so relaxed, little wistful perhaps Ocean next. Ocean next. Ocean next I'll turn my music up. Listen don't guess At the centre of it, a little sadness Ocean next, ‘the thousand pictures' Better than s** or salt n vinegar chips Ocean next. Ocean next. Ocean next * “You think, you stink” – David Briggs (to Neil Young) * “But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me – why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us…” – John Steinbeck, The Grapes Of Wrath