One Man Gathers What Another Man Spills

When I Was Just A Little Young Boy, Papa Said Son, You'll Never Get Far, I'll Tell You The Reason If You Want To Know, 'cause Child Of Mine, There Isn't Really Very Far To Go.

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.

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.

There Is A Road, No Simple Highway, Between The Dawn And The Dark Of Night, And If You Go, No One May Follow, That Path Is For Your Steps Alone.

Perhaps People Don't Come Into Their True Maturity Until A Parent Dies.