Late last night you come a-rollin' across my mind

Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where,
And we don't know here.

Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster.

No good times, no bad times,
There's no times at all,
Just The New York Times,
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers.

Architects may come and
Architects may go and
Never change your point of view.
When I run dry
I stop awhile and think of you

Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.

You say, "What are ya made of?"
He says, "Can you repeat what you said?"
You'll say, "What are you afraid of?"
He'll say, "Nothin' neither 'live nor dead."

And then the band played
Out of nowhere, it was alright

(Bruce Springsteen, Simon and Garfunkel, Bob Dylan)