Strange things are happening to me...ain't no doubt about it.
My world is full of awkwardness.
Its strange to play on a stage that once held your entire life in its wooden hands.
The space next to you, empty and untrodden, that long ago was the reason you dreamed.
The boy in the crowd, taking the place that you held for so many years, dancing to you begining a new revolution.
I have been down and out, I have loved and been hated, but when I finally reached the bottom, you slid your body quietly next to mine, and took my hand.
I love these boys.
