Pic of the Day: ♫ “There is no pain you are receding / A distant ship, smoke on the horizon / You are only coming through in waves / Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying / When I was a child / I caught a fleeting glimpse / Out of the corner of my eye / I turned to look but it was gone / I cannot put my finger on it now / The child is grown / The dream is gone / I have become comfortably numb.” ♫ (40th Anniversary)