But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

When I was just a little young boy, Papa said Son, you'll never get far, I'll tell you the reason if you want to know, 'cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go.

Without love in a dream it will never come true

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter how good. It's a manic-depressive cycle.