My love, don't sleep so tight. The stars will comb the sky. I'll watch you through the night. Big dreams Small people. Call it oversight All the dangerous people, they're a million miles may. That's a line in exaggeration for something I need to say All the past is history and Men Like Monkeys was the song, And this couldn't he wiped cut by a nuclear bomb. Then you stand up like a mountain. My thoughts are washed away. Seconds pass but who's counting? There's no need to rhyme with mountain. It's an idea. A strength Large feeling Small person in a wind A wind that's blowing