And When You Wake, You Will Fly

So The Story Goes, So I'm Told The People He Knew Were Less Than Golden Hearted Gamblers And Robbers Drinkers And Jokers, All Soul Searchers Like You And Me

I Think Making Things That Aren't Necessarily Shiny, Happy Feelings, Putting Them In That Environment Is Sometimes An Easy Way To Deal With The Ugliness. Like, I Know That As A Kid, That I Found - I Think I Learned This A Bit From My Mother - That If I Could Be As Warm Around Strangers, No Matter How Strange Or What Different Environment I Was In, That People Tended To Be Warm Back.

It's Funny, I Get A Little Quieter With Time. I Don't Want To Chase My Tail And One Day Repeat Myself And Repeat Myself And One Day Have Kids Going To College And Not Have Memories That I Should, Because I Was Too Busy Doing My Thing.

The Moon Is Quite A Show Off Given The Chance. The Stars Make A Sound When They Shine So Bright. Water So Blue And So Black.

I Find Sometimes It's Easy To Be Myself, Sometimes I Find It's Better To Be Somebody Else.