People don’t change. At least not in any way that really matters.

“i don’t think you notice when you see my face i guess you’re waiting to spin me around again wheels i guess are turning somewhere inside my head i know that this is deeper than you get. ..so much for talking, it’s all been said before; i’m hearing something, but i wish you’d just say more.”

“i know someday i might be looking around, trying to find some purpose. well purpose it can’t be that hard to find, as long as i’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me”