It started to turn into the sleepy corners.

Here's to the corners yet to turnHere's to the bridges yet to burnHere's to the whole thing blown apartIt's open season on my heartThe days go by like flying bricksLeave gaping holes too deep to fixI'd just stay home if I were smartIt's open season on my heart.

Sleepy Hollow.

The stone that the builder refused to lay should always be the head corners stone. You're a builder baby; here I am a stone.

When the corners started to slick up I just lifted before they did. The exhaust helped, I could hear the wheels spin.

The only stuff to have is the real maple syrup. The Aunt Jemima is no good.