She said a good day ain't got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been

The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.

...everything looks worse in black and white.

When I look back at all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all.

Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo.

A phenomenon occurs but because you're in the middle of it, you just think it's your life-until it's over. And then you look back and say, What an unusual thing happened to me in the '60s.

It was easier than explaining DiMaggio's use as a metaphor.