Comes A Time When The Blind Man

Sit Back Picture Yourself Swooping Up A Shell Of Purple With Foam Crests Of Crystal Drops Soft Nigh They Fall Unto The Sea Of Morning Creep-very-softly Mist...and Then Sort Of Cascade Tinkley-bell Like (must I Take You By The Hand, Every So Slowly Type) And Then Conglomerate Suddenly Into A Peal Of Silver Vibrant Uncomprehendingly, Blood Singingly, Joyously Resoundingbells....by My Faith If This Be Insanity, Then For The Love Of God Permit Me To Remain Insane.

Everything You Gather Is Just One That You Can Lose.

I Won't Slave For Beggar's Pay, Likewise Gold And Jewels, But I Would Slave To Learn The Way, To Sink Your Ship Of Fools.

But I Would Rather Be With You, Somewhere In San Francisco On A Back Porch In July, Just Looking Up To Heaven, At This Crescent In The Sky

Walk Out Of Any Doorway Feel Your Way, Feel Your Way Like The Day Before Maybe You'll Find Direction Around Some Corner Where It's Been Waiting To Meet You.