We're all trav'lers, aren't we?
We know not where we go...

And shall the clay speak?
Shall it ask of the the hands that shape it...

There's a time for loneliness
When skies cry and we turn inside...

He was very Conflicted about his brother.
A fast man...

The human mind
(I think you'll find...

I came walking all at once
Down a dingy public by-street...

Another man
journeyed to another land...

The morning house was dark that day,
the bedroom rank with fear...

Because there are things that make the world turn.
cash flows and revenue...

Can you see it?
can you dream it...

The summer sun was broken then,
its warmth drifting...

We were to be the future.
To jettison sweet memories...