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.

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

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait

Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.

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

You who choose to lead must follow. But if you fall, you fall alone.