Back in Little Spain
I was flying away from doom to doom, From Joe Biden's rot to Ind'ia's issues. It's a whole year later, let's make some room, Let's stop crying. Throw away the tissues. I was preoccupied with guilt and shame, Now I would like to try a new approach, Let me give up my thoughts of Hell and fame. I want to ride in Emma's enclosed coach. Let me be validly good and bad, I want to create a happy road home, Yes, ecstasy is outweighed by the sad, New York is truly no better than Rome. I now have an optimistic line, Please feel free to say no--that's just fine.