The report of my death was an exaggeration.
Baby, if you've ever wondered,
Wondered whatever became of me,
I'm living on the air in Cincinnati,
Got kind of tired packing and unpacking,
Town to town and up and down the dial
Maybe you and me were never meant to be,
But baby think of me once in awhile.
I'm at WKRP in Cincinnati.
|Quoting aerorobnz (Reply 20):|
In actual fact I want to be dropped in a hole in the ground with no reference to the fact I was ever here....
|Quoting photopilot (Reply 14):|
The object of life is not to arrive at the grave intact and in a well preserved body; but rather to skid in sideways, broken down and well used, screaming "Holy shit! What a ride!"..... and it was!!!!!