"When midnight came
I was dreaming I could fly
an angel came from nowhere
and took me for a ride
we sang all night then she was gone
and left me dreaming
at the golden gates of dawn"

That first verse grabbed me and never let go for the ride.

Yeah, man, be here NOW.

Huxley said, "After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." I read that very recently but being old I can't remember where. Maybe here on the forum. For some reason this tune brought it to mind.

Nice one Mr Snyder

J&B