And you're picking up the pieces
In the aftermath of silence
What have we wasted?
Didn't we once believe
That it would always be?
And weren't we once so arrogant
To think we ruled it all?
Now patching up the rips and tears,
It occurs to me that maybe I should just let go.
And wasted once again I have to think about
The motive there to just sell out -
And maybe I should just get out.
10/12/00