"Sunset Fever."
"I was sitting in a convertible in front of a bank
holding a briefcase full of cash.
A guy walked up and asked, where is it
recommend you to say to try the blind-foldings?
Man, I had no idea.
I couldn't really even understand what he was saying.
I drove away.
It's like, you get in the car, get on the highway,
and realize 20 hours later it goes on forever.
At least you're facing a sunset.
It's all right.
I wrote a poem about it, sealed it in an envelope,
and addressed it to you.
Tomorrow, I'll go to the post office and mail it.
I'll spend the night awake, trying
not to open it and rewrite it.
Maybe I'll throw it away or mail it to somebody else.
How green are the trees, wherever you are?
Is the sky blue or gray?
I just had brain surgery, and I'm feeling a little groggy.
The other day I met a really nice guy in front of the zoo."