One Man Gathers What Another Man Spills

Being In A Floodplain Is Like Sitting Down In A Bathtub.

What Do You Want Me To Do, To Watch For You, To See You Through? A Box Of Rain Will Ease The Pain, And Love, Will See You Through.

Let My Inspiration Flow, In Token Lines Suggesting Rhythm, That Will Not Forsake Me, Till My Tale Is Told And Done.

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World.