From the On a Threshold of a Dream- Music of the Moody Blues. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First Man: I think, I think I am, therefore I am, I think. Establishment: Of course you are my bright little star, I've miles And miles Of files Pretty files of your forefather's fruit and now to suit our great computer, You're magnetic ink. First Man: I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be. Inner Man: There you go man, keep as cool as you can. Face piles And piles Of trials With smiles. It riles them to believe that you perceive the web they weave And keep on thinking free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A wonderful day for passing my way. Knock and my door and even the score With your eyes. Lovely to see you again my friend. Walk along with me to the next bend. Dark cloud of fear is blowing away. Now that you're hear, you're going to stay 'cause it's Lovely to see you again my friend. Walk along with me to the next bend. Tells us what you've seen in faraway forgotten lands. Where empires have turned back to sand. Wonderful day for passing my way. Knock and my door and even the score With your eyes. Lovely to see you again my friend. Walk along with me to the next bend.