The only I would say is a little different is when I know my parents are in the audience. That's never going to be the same as another concert.
Dar WilliamsThe summer ends and we wonder who we are And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car And today I passed the high school, the river, the maple tree I passed the farms that made it Through the last days of the century And I knew that I was going to learn again Again, in this less hazy light I saw the fields beyond the fields The fields beyond the field
Dar Williams