May 15, 2010 00:46
I am the past.
don't you call me the future
you know your death comes last
and you've seen your fortune
well, we believe in no truth
you ask me to tell you what to follow
but the trees already fell
and no one is in sorrow
and we believe in the leaves
and in the end-- we all get
what weve got comin' to us
so do your best, to keep your head
on just what's happenin
the years that you have seen
are so small a part of me
the rest is for your dreams
so your mind is made of old memories
do you believe in me?
well, I am the past.
No, I don't make the future.
for that is your task-- to make it
how you chose it.
And I believe in you.
yeah, i believe in you.
and in the end-- we all get
what we've got comin to us
so do your best
to keep your head on just what's happening
it's weird to hang out, playing magic and drinking whiskey and 40's and then to come home and still hear that voice