Having washed my face in a frozen stream and having lived in guest rooms for the last 7 years, and having just doubled in size, admitting animal loving I still must find a way how. How do I live with the romance of the wolrd? How do I live with the romance: the lure of scenery? How do I live with the romance of comfort and closed eyes? How do I live with the romance? and admit that this might be the world where I belong. How? I'll sing my song in a parking lot.