Look out, that kid's on acid that we got in New Jersey It's just one of a thousand stories As he ran down those dunes, I thought to myself, when this ends it'll be too soon Sharpen. Balance. Reflect. Wait Write a bunch of songs all about my friends and learn a few things about myself Sit so low in the shade. Stand so tall in the sun And if I choose this body to climb will I make any difference at all? I won't just sit and watch the garment weave I've always depended on the kindness of strangers Many of them have become friends I hold closest