"You're one with the burdon of intuition
You're one with the freedom of a blank stare

You're one with the best friend you lost,

You wish was still there

You're one with the dust on that old piano

You're one with the strings on your new guitar

You're one with the wind through the open window,

You are

You're one with the echos of conversation

You're one with the strangers you overheard

You're one with the lesson that was the best one you learned

It was a faint line that brought you here,

And a pulse that kept you in time

It was the comfort of a tradition,

Like the few that were not that kind

It was a long, dark, sleepy morning walk

You fell down, case and point

It was a good start

It was a good start"