Travel, arrival Years of an inch and a step toward a source I'm coming to you I'll be there in time - Suzanne Vega

I open up the paper, there's the story of an actor who had died while he was drinking, it was no one I had heard of.

If you were to kill me now right here, I would still look you in the eye

You're the jester of this courtyard
With a smile like a girl's
Distracted by the women
With the dimples and the curls
By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timid and the blessed
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their breast