Have you ever felt poetic?
Or felt like feeling fine?
Yeah, I sure have.
There’s nothing quite like it.
Feeling fine, I mean.
You need not shimmy under a rock.
There’s no shadow that’ll gitcha.
Excepting the shadow your doubt casts
When the sun of your love sets.
So let’s get back to rising.
You know you really wanna.
Living alive is the best way to live.
And feeling fine is a well named thing.
So be melancholy if we must.
And drag yesterday behind us.
Perhaps we’ll tucker out some time.
And see our way to feeling fine.
