No words this time? No words. No, there are times when nothing can be done.
Not this time. Is it censorship? Is it censorship? No, it’s evaporation. No, it’s
evaporation. Is this leading somewhere? Yes. We’re going down the lane. Is this
going somewhere? Into the garden. Into the backyard. We’re walking down the
driveway. Are we moving towards.... We’re in the backyard. ...some transcen-
dental moment? It’s almost light. That’s right. That’s it. Are we moving towards
some transcendental moment? That’s right. That’s it. Do you think you’ll be able
to pull it off? Yes. Do you think you can pull it off? Yes, it might happen. I’m all
ears. I’m all ears. Oh the morning glory!
Included on Dear Heather (2004), this “song” is recited rather than sung, hence its prosaic layout.