All my life's a circle; But I can't tell you why; Season's spinning round again; The years keep rollin' by. - Harry Chapin

It took a while, but she looked in the mirror, And she glanced at the license for my name. A smile seemed to come to her slowly, It was a sad smile, just the same. And she said, "How are you Harry?" I said, "How are you Sue? Through the too many miles and the too little smiles I still remember you."

Now sometimes words can serve me well
Sometimes words can go to hell
For all that they do

And I feel that something's coming, and it's not just in the wind. It's more than just tomorrow, it's more than where we've been, It offers me a promise, it's telling me "Begin", I know we're needing something worth believing in.