“I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain There’s more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine.”

“The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine”

“But the question drowns in it's futilityAnd even I have got to laugh at me”

“Oh, how I wish I were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me, I'd still have two of the same to live.”

“The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.”

“I'm made mute by the virtue of decisionAnd I choose most of your life goes on without meOh the fear I've knownThat I might reap the praise of strangers and end up on my ownAll I've sown was a songBut maybe I was wrong”

“I could go crazy on a night like tonightWhen summer's beginning to give up her fightAnd every thought's a possiblilityAnd the voices are heard but nothing is seenWhy do you spend this time with meMaybe an equal mystery”