Well I'll just skip the boring parts, chapters one, two, three And get to the place where you can read my face and my biography. Here I am, I'm eleven months old, dangling from my daddy's knee. There I go, it's my graduation, I'm picking up a bogus degree. That's me. Early me. That's me. That's me. Well I never cared much for the money, and money never cared for me. I was more like a land-locked sailor, searching for the emerald sea. Just searching for the emerald sea, boys, searching for the sea. Oh my God. First love opens like a flower. A black bear running through the forest light holds me in her sight and her power. But tricky skies, your eyes are true, the future is beauty and sorrow. Still, I wish that we could run away and live the life we used to. If just for tonight and tomorrow. I am walking up the face of the mountain, counting every step I climb. Remembering the names of the constellations. forgotten is a long, long time. That's me, I'm in the valley of twilight. Now I'm on the continental shelf. That's me I'm answering a question I am asking of myself.