Isn't it strange how we move out lives for another day? Like skipping a beat, what if a great wave should wash us all away?

Oh look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street

Oh, man, oh how I wish I didn't smoke or drink to reason with my head.

Good music is good music, and everything else can go to hell.

South Africa gives me a perspective of what's real and what's not real. So I go back to South Africa to both lose myself and gain awareness of myself. Every time I go back, it doesn't take long for me to get caught into a very different thing. A very different sense of myself.

Are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars? If along the way you are growing weary, You can rest with me until a brighter day It's okay

Turns out, not where, but who you're with that really matters.