Last night I thought I heard, heard the sound of hope. I never knew what to expect, but still I had a goal. And last night something fazed me. Today things seems so clear. The wait. The weight. The listening. And everything's so clear. I guess it's something less than what I hoped for. It turned out something less, but you seemed so content with what you have. You're so content and all I want is more. Now I think I'll never have, and I'll never see, and I'll never know. Make a way to break the fall. I'm taking it from the start. Don't set me back.