As the deer longs for running streams
So my soul, O God

I grow older and I told her
I'm troubled and a bit odd

The deer I saw in Nara
And near my dad's backyard

I sang Atlantic City in Seattle
And played my Pascal card

The Dream is Impossible
My life quite crazed and hard

Thorns from beautiful roses
Leave you lost and scarred

Peter Pan loved Wendy
Ruth B. loves him too

No artist tolerates reality
Oui Oui, Monsieur Camus