I’m passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Not believing all I see to be so

I’m flyin’ over backyards
Country homes and ranches
Watching life between the branches below

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace

I’m moving on alone over ground that no one owns
Past statues that atone for my sins
There’s a guard on every door
And a drink on every floor
Overflowing with a thousand amens

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
Don’t you baby?

You’re rolling up the carpet
Of your father’s two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there’s a corner of the floor
They’re telling you is yours
You’re confident but not really sure

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace

Don’t you baby?

Let's Make a Deal-

I went into the gas station today and

asked for five dollars worth of gas.....

The clerk farted and gave me a receipt.

The Fable of the Screw...............






Once upon a time, a young lady was born without a belly button.
In its place was a golden screw. All the doctors told her mother that
there
was nothing they could do. Like it or not, she was stuck with it.

All the years of growing up was real tough on her, as all who
saw
the screw made fun of her. She avoided ever leaving her own house and
thus,
never made any friends.

One day, a mysterious stranger saw her belly and told her of a swami in Tibet that could get rid of the screw for her. She was
thrilled. The next day she took all of her life's savings and bought a ticket to
Nepal. After several days of climbing up steep cliffs, she came
upon a giant monastery.

The swami knew exactly why she had come. She was told to sleep
in
the highest tower of the monastery and the following day when she awoke,
the
screw would have been removed.

The woman immediately went to the room and fell asleep. During the night while she slept, a purple fog floated in an open window,
bearing
in its mist, a golden screwdriver. In just moments, the screwdriver removed
the screw and disappeared out the window.

The next morning when the girl woke, she saw the golden screw
laying on the pillow next to her. Reaching down, she felt her navel, and
there was no screw there!

Jubilant, she leaped out of bed , and her butt fell off.


The moral to this is: Don't screw around with things you don't
understand -- or you could lose your ass!