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
One man gathers what another man spills
I feel I've got 10 books in me.
Inspiration, move me brightly, light the song with sense and color, hold away despair
It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.
Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.