Oh no well I / been there before / and I ain't a comin back around / there no more / no I'm not - Robert Hunter

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own

You who choose to lead must follow, But if you fall, you fall alone, If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home