Mountain passes slipping into stones, Hearts and bones. - Paul Simon

She said, 'Don't I know you from the cinematographer's party?'
I said, 'Who am I to blow against the wind?'

A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And woe my nights are so long

A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don’t want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard.