And now we rise And we are everywhere. - Nick Drake

Time has told me
You're a rare, rare find,
A troubled cure for a troubled mind.

And what will happen in the morning when the world it gets
So crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning?

Do you curse where you come from?
Do you swear in the night?
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right?
Do you like what you're doing?
Would you do it some more?
Or will you stop once and wonder
What you're doing it for?
Hey slow Jane, make sense.
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.