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Sometimes you don't feel like talking. You don't want to speak to anyone. You want silence...a deep, contemplative silence. Not tension. Not uncomfortable silences. Just you and the still of the night.
Sometimes I wish I had a car, just so I could escape the traffic.
It's in the city, but it's hard to find. On top of the mountain. The view of the city, laid out at your feet. A symphony of lights, so magical, you can almost forget the murders that lie between them.
The countryside isn't quiet, and I defy anyone to prove it is. But though the noise may keep you awake, it won't give you nightmares.
It's the stuff dreams are made of. And I wish you'd come, so that you could dream too. Do you ever stop to listen? Beyond the noise, there is something worth listening for. Beyond the reasons, and the whys and the wherefores, there is always something to listen for. You just gotta hear it.
So many of us, will go through life, not knowing what we are seeking. And we'll never find it. Because it's true what they say; you gotta stop and smell the flowers. But it's not that. You gotta stop and listen to what's out there. It's not noise. Although it could be. But it's the peacefulness that heals your heart, it's the beauty that calms your mind, and it's the spirituality that soothes your soul. It's all there. For the taking. It's for you, and for me, and you've only got to reach out and grab it.
Where are you? I need your help. It's all within reach, but I just need a lift. Can you help me? Drop by. I know there's an answer, but I need you to help ask the question.
Not tonight. Okay, that's fine. But please come tomorrow, or I may just give up on this show. There's only so long that I can live without you. Without him. Without me. How long can you live without me? Tomorrow? Stop in, tomorrow. I'll show you what it is that I mean. I'll heal your heart, I'll calm your mind, and I'll soothe your soul. Tomorrow. God willing. Tomorrow.