Comes A Time When The Blind Man

...if You Get Confused, Just Listen To The Music Play.

I Won't Slave For Beggar's Pay, Likewise Gold And Jewels, But I Would Slave To Learn The Way, To Sink Your Ship Of Fools.

Walk Out Of Any Doorway Feel Your Way, Feel Your Way Like The Day Before Maybe You'll Find Direction Around Some Corner Where It's Been Waiting To Meet You.

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

At The Top Of The Cycle You Write Policies For Everybody, No Matter How Bad, And At The Bottom You Cancel Everybody, No Matter How Good. It's A Manic-depressive Cycle.