The three month ride sticks in your mind   as though the insides of your head were a big screen   and coming in on an evening wind   it's the unmistakable scent of brilliantine   what kind of memory serves, what kind of world is it,   that comes headlong at you, then swerves at the last possible second?   it's this one. it's this one.      And it's easy to slow down   and it's easy to slow down   and it's easy to just lie out by the blue pools   in the squinting sun and slow down   and it's easy to slow down.      And in situations like these, it's sometimes useful to   think of life as one long continuous evening   that never turns into night.   hey hey!