It may be my imagination
And of course I'm prone to exaggeration
But in the moth eaten gloom of my shabby room I saw the strangest manifestation
One possible explanation is that it was merely a trick of the light
But that's little consolation
'Cause it's gotten so that I can't sleep at night!!

What Presence?!

Steppin' out 'neath a harvest moon, steppin' out to the strains of this self-same tune and it's screaming in my ears