These days I sit on cornerstones And count the time in quarter-tones to ten, my friend Don't confront me with my failures I had not forgotten them. - Jackson Browne

Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well.
He was alone into his distance, he was deep into his well.
I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn't really tell.
Now the stories told that Adam jumped, but I'm thinking that he fell.

I thought I knew where I was going, until I heard your laughter flowing
And came upon the wisdom in your eyes

Everybody's just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances Who'll come along And hold out that strong But gentle fathers hand?