Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.
Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.
...if you get confused, just listen to the music play.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.
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
Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?