The Land of Might-Have-Been
I can never be your king nor
you can be my queen.
Days may pass and years may pass
and seas may lie between—
We shall never find that lovely
land of might-have-been.
Dream A Little Dream of Me— Excellent Ella and Lovable Louis
stars fading but I linger on dear
still craving your kiss
now I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
just saying this
Fly Me To The Moon— Frank Sinatra
No one quite captures the spirit of a New York evening like Ol’ Blue Eyes…
That Don’t Impress Me Much—Shania Twain
This is because it’s conducive to late-night diner runs with Rebo and CC, and dedicated to them
Nothing Better— Postal Service
I swear I’ll do my best to comply
Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
The disease often causes the following symptoms:
If you know someone affected by the Harlem Shakes, call a doctor today
You could save a life
No Buses— Arctic Monkeys
Just cause everybody’s doing it
does that mean that I can too?
Her eyes went down, and cut you up
there’s nothing like a dirty look from
the one you want, or the one you lost
Summer Wind- Frank Sinatra
still the days, those lonely days
they go on and on
and guess who sighs his lullabies, my fickle friend
the summer wind
