there is no beginning to the story   a bookshelf sinks into the sand   & a language learned & forgot,   in turn, is studied once again   it's a shocking bit of footage    viewed from a shitty TV screen   you can squint at it through snowy static    to make out the meaning   just keep stretching the antennae,   hoping that it will come clear   we need some reception, a higher message,   just tell us what to fear   because i don't know what tommorow brings   it is alive with such possibilities   all i know is i feel better when i sing   burdens are lifted from me,   that is my voice rising!      so michael, please keep the tape rolling   boys, keep strumming those guitars   we need a record of our failures   we must document our love   i have sat too long in my silence   i have grown too old in my pain   to shed this skin, be born again,   it starts with the ending   so thank you friends for the time we shared   my love stays with you like sunlight & air   oh, how i truly wish i could keep hanging around here   but my joy is covering me    soon, i will disappear      it's not a movie,    no private screening   this method acting,    well, i call that living   it's like a fountain,    a door has opened   we have a problem with no solution   but to love & to be loved      so, i've made peace with the falling leaves   i see their same fate in my own body   but i won't be frightened when i am awoken from this dream    & returned to that which gave birth to me   & the story goes on & on & on & on...