When the going gets tough
or the pain is enough, 
there’s no longer a point – 
should we blow this joint?

I want to be running
the day would be stunning
the end of the flight
from that quiet night

For once I was not
and yet will never be,
without a care or thought
for all eternity. 

But do you think that reason
determines the season
or when we will go 
to our final show?

Stull, I long to be free
of the clutter of things
but hold to my life
and the peace that love brings. 

November 13, 1997