I left work this morning singing that line: “Between the click of the light and the start of the dream.” Orion gleamed through the clouds. The crescent moon was rising, and Venus also glittered in the east like a jewel, heralding the rising sun in less than an hour.

I tried not to think about eating shit on the freeway, but my reaction time just ain’t what it should be at 5 am in the morning after not sleeping. I’m still intact, though.

I thought about how the only place lately that I’m not sad is when I’m at work. I don’t have any time to ruminate over the past since I’m so busy.

I am curious to know why this all popped up all of the sudden.

There is clearly something wrong with my brain.

We know a place where no planes go
We know a place where no ships go

Hey! No cars go
Hey! No cars go
where we know
We know a place no spaceships go
We know a place where no subs go

Hey! No cars go
Hey! No cars go
where we know

Hey!
Hey!
Go!
Now go!
Hey! Us kids know
Hey! No cars go
where we know
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream
Between the click of the light and the start of the dream

Little babies, let’s go!
Women and children! Let’s go!
Old folks, let’s go! Don’t know where we’re goin’…

That last part always sends chills down the spine of my back, like it’s the crescendo to some awesome climax. I dig it.