“Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the powerful roar of its many waters.”

I’m slipping inbetween you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams…
the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past
I always catch the clock — it’s 11:11 and now you want to talk..

I can see their eyes.. but tell me something: can they see mine?

‘Cause what’s left to lose? I’ve done enough. And if I fail, well then I fail, but I gave it a shot. And these last three years, I know they’ve been hard, but now it’s time to get out of the desert and into the sun. Even if it’s alone.