You know, once in a while I say to Fred, you know, I wish my brain would operate instead of standing still. It's all so complicated. The thread of my own thoughts is disappearing to what seems to be a logical conclusion. I guess I've run out of ideas. I've heard a million songs about this and that, and it gave me satisfaction, but I see it's a beautiful life. Well, now comes the second verse, and I have to at least keep the measures straight. It's been a long time now, and I'm really insecure about it all. I guess I didn't like seeing the things I saw. Who needs it? It's been a little painful, and I hope I don't like pain, because I'd hate to think about myself like that. And I see it's a beautiful life. How did I ever let some of those ideas out of the bag? It was just a feeling I had, and the verses were so nice and even. My eye will never be that good again. I lost a certain sense of rhythm, but I gained a sense of time. And I see it's a beautiful life. I like the old things, but I just can't give up the idea of trying something just a little bit different, even if it's stupid. Because I see it's a beautiful life. Yes, I see it's a beautiful life. And I see it's a beautiful life.