Take a look at a silly book, read between the lines and find out it's not even funny. Take a train in the middle of the rain. Step inside. It's not the same. Is it, honey? Try to fly the clear blue sky; get real high, but you'll be back tomorrow. Try to say in a funny way "it's been a bad day" and that's why you're in sorrow." Pick up your loose ends, take 'em to your friends, they'll put ém back together if you let 'em. They're all you got, believe it or not, they're the only ones that mean a lot - so don't forget 'em. You drink your wine and say it's fine, and that the only line you can remember. Your head caves in. You can t see sin. You say you'll never do it again, but you don't remember. The flowers grow the seeds to sow, but no one really knows where to throw 'em. Aw, they look real nice. They're there to intice, but is it owrth the price we pay to grow 'em? Say the words you've always heard. Don't they sound absurd when you stop to listen? Like shades of night that gave up the fight, and in the morning light they start to glisten. You want to know the way to go and who to show. You want to know the way, but who's to say?