Come heed me, my brothers, come heed, one and all Don't brag about standing or you'll surely fall You're shining your light and shine it you should But you're so heavenly minded, you're no earthly good
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
