Without A Dream To Light Your Way,

Without A Dream To Light Your Way, The World Is A Very Dark Place.

I Wasn't A Child At 13, Were You?

A Friend Of Ours Has A Hobby Doing Genealogy, And We Found Out That We Were Cousins In The Ninth Degree, That We Had A Common Ancestor On The Mayflower.

Never Name The Well From Which You Will Not Drink.

And So, Perhaps, The Truth Winds Somewhere Between The Road To Glastonbury, Isle Of The Priests, And The Road To Avalon, Lost Forever In The Mists Of The Summer Sea.