Left

Mar. 17, 2002

Here I stand alone at last

Steadfast and sure

I hate as much as I love

Letting life grow

As love grows

I'll put a tape into the stereo

And just sing along, like in all my dreams not come true

If I can do it alone, then it gets done right

A spy in the cab, the fly on the wall

The eye in the sky can't bullshit me

I am alive

I am dead

I am all things . . . nothing

But in her eyes I could be much more,

Or am I thinking too much again?

Yes