Pale like a light bulb hanging on a wire.
Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire.
Picking out the highlights of the scenery.
Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me.
Had my hands in the river and my feet up there on the banks.
Looked up to the Lord above and said, “Hey man thanks!”
My memory is muddy. What’s this river that I’m in? New Orleans is sinking and I don’t want to swim.