You give your hand to me. And then you say hello. And I can hardly speak. My heart is beating so. And anyone can tell. You think you know me well. But you don't know me (no you don't know me).
I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad. Where the West was all but won. All alone, smoking his last cigarette. I said, "Where've you been?" He said, "Ask anything.".