Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.

There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.

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

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels, but I would slave to learn the way, to sink your ship of fools.

Outside major darkness where the circle is complete there's no fear that lovers born will ever fail to meet

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