„On the end of a tight rope I’m over the town
I’d be good in a circus but so would a clown
From the way that I feel all my hang-ups are down
In the middle of nowhere I found me a tree
And the fruit that we live on reminds me of me
Though we live in the air I’m not sure that we’re free
I don’t really have much to say
Cause I’m living from day to day
Somewhere
And I don’t care what the people say“
(Graham Nash)