Out into the cool of the evening, Strolls the Pretender. He knows that all his hopes and dreams Begin and end there - Jackson Browne

Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown.
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own.
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go,
May lie a reason you were alive
That you'll never know.

The daughter of a captain on the rolling seas,
She would stare across the water from the trees.
Last time he was home he held her on his knees
And said the next time they would sail away just where they pleased.

In the morning when I closed my eyes,
You were sleeping in paradise.
And while the room was growing light,
I was holding still with all my might.