I never thought I was an only one I never had a setting in the sun A dancing baby was a sleeping gun You had a hand and it was loneliness And all I wanted was you, oh, you "The real you is not a puppet which life pushes around. The real deep down you is the whole universe." "You are something that the whole universe is doing, in the same way that a wave is something that the whole ocean is doing." I never thought I was a special case I may not know how good I'm anyways It's just I love you like an only son And if I hadn't been in Hollywood When all I wanted was you And all you wanted was me And all I wanted was you And all you wanted was me "This world is a great wiggly affair. The clouds are wiggling. The waters are wiggling. The clouds are wiggling, bouncing. People- but people are always trying to straighten things out. You see we live in a rectangular box, all the time; everything is straightened out. Wherever you look around in nature you find things often straightened out. They're always trying to put things in boxes. Those boxes are cla**ified. Words are made from some boxes. But the real world is wiggly, if you can believe it. Now when you have a wiggle like a cloud, how much wiggle is a wiggle? Well you have to draw the line somewhere, so people come to sorts of agreements about, ah, how much wiggle is a wiggle, that is to say a thing. One wiggle- always reduce one wiggle to a sub wiggles. Or see it as a subordinate wiggle of a bigger wiggle. But there's no fixed rule about it."