I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.
There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it.
I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.
Everybody's the first somebody, y'know.
When I think of mystery, I don't think about myself. I think of the universe, like why does the moon rise when the sun falls? Caterpillars turn into butterflies? I really haven't remained a recluse.
Everything in New Orleans is a good idea.