“In this life, in this life, in this life
We leave a trail that’s far and wide
Good or bad, bad or good
Our memories decide
There are some places where I’ve been
Where you can still see the world
Think to myself as I look at the stars
Just who do you think you are
Innocent, innocent no more
I saw what I saw and I shut the door
Innocent, innocent no more
I knew it was wrong but I did it some more
In ’78 I went through a rude spell
I knew it was fate, but I couldn’t really tell
I thought that this was the way it was always gonna be
I hated everyone and everyone hated me
In ’88 I went through a great spell
I knew it was fate, but I couldn’t really tell
I knew that this was the way I wanted it to be
I loved everyone and everyone loved me
Every action has a reaction
Every life has a life to lead
Every human needs a fancy reason
Why they should live or breathe
I sit here feeling sorry for myself
For one thing or another
I’m trying hard to blame somebody else
For the miseries that I’ve discovered
I make a wish over a boiling cauldron
That I pass only strengths onto the children
And may the spirit move me to laugh and to sing
And I won’t be drowned by the little things
Until the day when there are no more desires
And I put out all my little fires
There’s nothing left but a wishful song
And there will be no right or wrong
Until that day, until that day, until that day
Sights and sounds they’ll get to me…”

~ Jeb Puryear