It's hard to find a way forward. When you're 18 it happens in huge chunks every day, but after 20 years, growth is much more costly.

Do me wrong, do me right, tell me lies, but hold me tight.

I don't build no heathen temples, where the Lord has done laid a hand. There's a well on the hill, let it be.

It's hard to find a way forward. When you're 18 it happens in huge chunks every day, but after 20 years, growth is much more costly.

I think that we're all totally isolated beings and always will be.

I tend to write out the first iteration of a lyric here and then go over here and make variations on it, on the page opposite.

Let us turn our thoughts today to Martin Luther King and recognize that there are ties between us, all men and women living on the Earth. Ties of hope and love, sister and brotherhood, that we are bound together in our desire to see the world become a place in which our children can grow free and strong. We are bound together by the task that stands before us and the road that lies ahead. We are bound and we are bound.