 The jock said, no, when I came back last time, it's looking like I lost a friend. No use calling, because the sky is falling, and I'm getting pretty near the end. A smoke-filled room in a corner basement, the situation must be right. A bag of goodies and a bottle of wine, we're going to get it on right tonight. Because it's the new mother nature taking over. It's the new splendid lady come to call.