I like your smile but I ain't your type, Don't shake the tree when the fruit ain't ripe - Robert Hunter

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

See here how everything leads up to this day. And it's just like any other day that's ever been. Sun going up and then, the sun, it going down. Shine through my window, and my friends they come around.

It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.