Let us go somewhere tonight. Like a river side, with stars for company and all that jazz. And just sit there and talk about stupid things we like to talk about and dream like little children. We'll enjoy the breeze and just, hang around, I suppose. We won't crib, well maybe a little, and we'll laugh like we've inhaled laughing gas and look out for the policemen. Then, when it's morning, we'll stop by at some shanty for tea and cheap biscuits. After that, I guess, we'll just go home and wonder what to say to our parents. Let's, let's.