Dunno why an old song is running through my head today
A month of nights, a year of days,
Fifteen debates as my eyes glaze;
I get depressed as the polls come in
And I just cast my vote to the wind.
Mitt shifts his course along the breeze;
He hopes for faulty memories.
The empty mind is his best friend,
And I just cast my vote to the wind...
I wonder if you and I are the only two people on this site who know this song.
Brilliant.