Tiny Dancer

Flitting about in the Forest of Dean this afternoon on a pile of freshly cut logs.

I think the problem with tunes over the airways these days is that you never have the album cover. 

I used to sit down and read the back of the covers and actually know the lyrics whereas these days you don't have hard copy and you can't sing along in a meaningful way only getting the gist of parts. I'm finding too and probably, ha, showing my age in that I'm losing track of the current bands or liking something and it goes into oblivion. It saddens me a bit as when you are young music is in your soul.

This leads me to that I'd never read the lyrics to Tiny Dancer which I must have heard thousands of times.