Where’s Your Head At?

I would just like to say:

When the day is dawning,
On a Texas Sunday morning
How I long to be there
With Marie who’s waiting for me there
Every lonely city
Where I hang my hat
Ain’t as half as pretty,
As where my baby’s aaaaat.

Is this the way to Amarillo?
Every night I’ve been hugging my pillow
Dreaming dreams of Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me.
Show me the way to Amarillo.
Ive been weeping like a willow.
Crying over Amarillo,
and sweet Marie who waits for me

Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
And Marie who waits for me

If it’s in my head, it’s in yours too 🙂

You know what else is in my head? Strange floaty floaty goop. I was feeling slightly off yesterday, but then spent all of last night in a strange half-sleep trying to fix something. You know, one of those repetitious dream-like things where you try and try and try to do something, but can’t. I [hate] that. And now I’m feeling most odd.