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

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own

Without love in a dream it will never come true

Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you.

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

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