dancing into the nightmare's of night

" and keep the boat floatin while i spun circles on the lake in a clear french air mattress while the world worked and warred and lived and died and i watched clouds, pondered my extistential vagaries of character, art, and this last of my greatest performances with my greatest role and finest director...never gonna get another chance at this crowd, this theater, and this play....
next moves gonna be tricky...
the deed is done, the fox has left the henhouse, repeat the fox has left the the henhouse.
and the lesser planets spin and whirl, the friends who fail you and the friends who save you. the moons rise and wane, the tides rise and fall, and all just dreaming without nightmare of day
dancing into the nightmare's of night..

and tonight the f. marty is rip roaring drunk, the professor unleashed, all alone, calling me wishin "you and wayne could be here to help me finish this beer and eat some ribs". celebrating alone...celebrating the deed, wishin he was the hero in the tale told around the campfire of the night the legend of the deed...

the deed is done. heard round the world. trust me. rolling plains thunder. another chapter starts right here.

and you are in the front row, the house lights dim, and the curtain rises for the next act, and the set is a marsh, and a lone man, hunkered down in the twilight, approaches the fence, and looks around, sighs,
and climbs over the fence..."