Paul Simon

There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.

Having a track record to live up to and the history of successes had become a hindrance. It becomes harder to break out of what people expect you to do.

People often called us perfectionists, but we were not looking for perfection. We were looking for some kind of magic in the music.

She said, why don't we both just sleep on it tonight,_x000D_ And I believe, in the morning you'll begin to see the light._x000D_ And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right,_x000D_ There must be fifty ways to leave your lover, fifty ways to leave your lover.

Time, time, time, see what's become of me,_x000D_ _x000D_ While I looked around,_x000D_ _x000D_ For my possibilities;_x000D_ _x000D_ I was so hard to please

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost.

I get the news I need on the weather report And I have nothing to do today but smile

All I've got to do today is smile.