all the silver clouds with black linings I made...flying with the dreams I'd shoved away...all the  times I said that's ok, in stead of reaching for what I knew I needed...

Hey paper tiger, I'm through letting you chase me down...and the times I held you by the tail to -just feel alive...now I haven't got the time...

how much looking over my shoulder- how much keeping my eye on the door? How could I believe in so much shadow? when the light was all I was looking for-

safety in the numbers of- calling on a prophet I could trust..to keep from getting my hopes up- well I think I've had enough-

all the stories I sold to myself- everything you said like gospel to me-it might as well have been written across the sky- like my own vwrsion of Surrender Dorothy...

now I haven't got the time...