Untouched piano lies here. With lists and paper and other good ideas. All the dust webs and shadows. Dog hair - still rolling by.

One day you'll wonder away, but I can't keep my rose on a string. I'm just a passing thing.

I have no guilt for moving on or all the time spent here on this song. and its something I hear a lot, but my attention is all that I've got

I'm a fly on a wall. You can cry but you will dry your eyes anyway.

On a bicycle with you. On a bicycle with you. On a bicycle with you. On a bicycle with you.