“That’s life. …this is how it’s supposed to go.”

“No. You mean this is how it goes.”

“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”

I could say life is just a bowl of jello
and appear more intelligent and smart
but I'm stuck like a dope with this thing called hope--and I can't get it out of my heart...
...not this heart.