Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. (Hello!). Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain.
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told. I've squandered my resistance. For a pocketful of mumbles. Such are promises. All lies and jest. Still the man hears what he wants to hear.
Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin' groovy. . Hello lamppost, what cha knowing?.