Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

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.

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

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

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.