“43 years is just enough time to see it differently, to keep an open mind. 43 years ago was just another time, there were other ways to think, it was just a different life. I came back to see if any minds got loose, I checked the rooms, I checked the halls, I checked apartments. I checked the tension of the beams in all the roofs. I checked the knot to see if it was still a noose. I hope the memory’s alive and would still wait for me, but it hurts too much to hold it to the light. ‘Cause knowledge is a fire, the flames are burning higher, and liberty’s not that bad if you just close your eyes. What you know doesn’t have to burn you away. Everything you chose not to feel is gonna find you someday. Or could my ghost unlearn everything? Frail flames, unlearn everything. But for my first footstep once again down this very road my friend, oh wouldn’t I? A prophet waiting inside this house, impatiently he keeps his bags all packed. Saying, “I was never meant to stay here,†just come back. Just paint the walls, repaint the walls, just paint the walls, repaint the walls, paint the walls, paint the walls, paint the walls. I was made brand new but that image wasn’t you. Would you really put someone down, if you had the choice? Would you really put, really put someone down there? Frail flames, unlearn everything. But for my first footstep once again my friend, oh wouldn’t I. Have never even been here altogether wouldn’t that be such a problem for us both? We would’ve never shared a path.â€