Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
where no one notices the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again
where? I don’t know.
Maria says she’s dying, through the door I hear her crying,
why? I don’t know.
— “Give Myself to You,” Train
Well, I’d buy you a monkey. Haven’t you always wanted a monkey?
If I had a million dollars, I’d buy you … ?
If you’re tired of fighting battles with yourself.
If you want to be somebody else,
change your mind.
