I can be the right notion in the meantime, warm you like the sunshine.
... Stand in the light.
I need your grace to remind me to find my own.
...>>
I guess that this is where we’ve come to
… on the right track, yea but I was on the wrong train
… you proved to me unintentionally that you would self-destruct eventually
saying I love you has nothing to do with meaning it
...>>Please come here.. come right on over..
when we collide we’ll see what gets left over
… There is no line that you can’t step right over
Turn a new page, tear the old one out;
I’ll try to see things your way
and I’m gonna love you anyway.
when all you gotta keep is strong,
move along move along like I know you do
and even when your hope is gone,
move along move along just to make it through
go on… when everything is wrong, we move along…..
You don’t know me, you don’t wear my chains.
… I think I need a sunrise. I’m tired of the sunset.
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...>>Peter said to Paul, “you know, all those words we wrote…are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go. Now talking to God is Laurel begging Hardy for a gun. I got a girl in the war, man I wonder what it is we’ve done.”
...>>As young as I was, I felt older back then;
more disciplined, stronger and certain.
I was saved by grace but destroyed by naivety
most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.
...>>this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
we’re all taking the same steps.. they’re foolish now.
We’ve been had.. you say it’s over. Sometimes I’m just happy I’m older.
...Somehow it got easy to laugh out loud.
all throughout history, the loneliest people were the ones who always spoke the truth, the ones who made a difference by withstanding the indifference
I guess it’s up to me now.. should I take that risk or just smile?
Ah the first summer of love was here when I was much too young
ah the first summer of love was clearly just a summer long
To know you means a lot of things: lot of love, lot of dreams.
...
To explain you means my heart in show.
...But that’s disregard. You find another friend and you discard as you lose the argument in a cable car, hanging above as the canyon comes between…
...>>“Wait a minute, Juanita. ...is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”
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