We all complain if it rains or it shines
But we’re never mad at the moon.
We set controls for the heart of the sun
One of the ways we show our age
You can’t hide from the truth
Because the truth is all there is.
You’ve got time.
[My roommate has tickets to see this crew tonight. JEALOUS.]
“Oh, it’s a little bit of everything,
It’s the mountains,
It’s the fog,
It’s the news at six o’clock,
It’s the death of my first dog,
It’s the angels up above me,
It’s the song that they don’t sing,
It’s a little bit of everything.”
[It’s been two weeks since Outside Lands and this song is still in my head.]
With birds I’ll share this lonely view.