Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in-To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been

If I knew what to doI'd do more than write a song for you

Is the phrase 'pay' or 'play the piper'I inquire, why'Cause I admire a desire to flip the switchYeah make a way to face the music likeLife savings for a mosh pit riotListen to a mixRock the tickets, higher volumeVelocity which shakes a cockpit's pilot

You ask me why I don't speakNot a word at willBut write so much worth well over a mill'Well I value words like I value kissesA sober one, a closer one penetrates the heartDarling it's how it mends it

From attraction and affectionCover of perfectionFailure beyond texture to a painful lessonEverything that was from the start wasn't from the heart

They'll pass judgment until the day she's deadLike she needs another voice in her headShe expected more advice, I saidNothing... I listened... something she'd never had

I never really saw the celerity of your heartWhen busy fighting off the Kierkegaardian partI listened to PlutarchWhile you threw out something of oursLike humans are shoes you merely use in certain hours

Not too fashionable, still, she was admirable, intellectual; and yet to many, factual, though fairly objectionable, when met through claiming: 'I don't respect you unless you respect truth.

Chance is your godThough you're falling free you will land hard