I am the wind in the hallway, the spilt party drink and the birds in the underground station. I don't how I got here and neither do they. But we go forth hand in hand to the blue skies and you get the round in. For the man in the street stops me and tells me a joke, I pass it on and get laughed out the bar. It's true I insist but nobody believes me. Thank you, thank you thank you, a friend xxx