Look out, that kid's on acid that we got in New Jersey.
It's just one of a thousand stories.
As he ran down those dunes, I thought to myself, when this ends it'll be too soon.
Sharpen. Balance. Reflect. Wait.
Write a bunch of songs all about my friends and learn a few things about myself.
Sit so low in the shade. Stand so tall in the sun.
And if I choose this body to climb will I make any difference at all?
I won't just sit and watch the garment weave.
I've always depended on the kindness of strangers.
Many of them have become friends I hold closest.