Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

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.

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.

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

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.

At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter how good. It's a manic-depressive cycle.

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.