Two years ago today, we lost Michael, in flight. Yesterday and today the “And I dreamed I was flying” line from “American Tune” wouldn’t leave my head. I went back and revisited the whole lyric. Here’s to you, Michael. Love ya, Buddy... "Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused But I'm all right, I'm all right I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be Bright and bon vivant So far away from home, so far away from home And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's all right, it's all right For we've lived so well so long Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong And I dreamed I was dying I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me Smiled reassuringly And I dreamed I was flying And high up above my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty Sailing away to sea And I dreamed I was flying We come on the ship they call the Mayflower We come on the ship that sailed the moon We come in the age's most uncertain hour and sing an American tune But it's all right, it's all right You can't be forever blessed Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest That's all, I'm trying to get some rest" --Paul Simon -- #lemdog #livelikeleming #voltgreen (at Mount Hood, Oregon)
