[Revolting cat!]

I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done

But we're alone and I'm singing
my song for you

[Ignatz]

(1) Sweet dreams and fine machines in pieces on the ground.

(2) How wonderful life is, while you're in the world.

(3) Got me on this one....no idea.