Late nite printing of “Good Morning” leaflets. Oh, the irony.
The Eagles Greatest Hits Vol 1 playing on iTunes, when the computer isn’t overloaded with mailmerge and my ears not already deafened by two risos, a laser printer and the folding machine working at full tilt.
Lots of scary lines in the songs that mesh with what I’m doing right now
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
What can you do when your dreams come true
And it’s not quite like you planned?
You’re afraid you might fall out of fashion
And you’re feeling cold and small
You don’t care about winning but you don’t want to lose
This night is gonna last forever.
Look at us baby, up all night