Texty: Karate. The Bed Is In The Ocean. The Same Stars.

There's a literal way that you can take everything i say. We could end this right now if you want it that way, but you don't want it that way. East coast stories out of books breed ugly, hateful looks in the streets of New York and LA,where there's got to be some kind of institution. But all i see are problems without the solutions. And God don't make things that you can rearrange. But that's ok, because i can't take the change. I'll be happy when my friends don't go. When we're in this town for good i'll know. I'll see you somewhere, like Saturdays on museum stairs and in friends' cars and outside of Irish bars and underneath the same stars that lit our situations, our impulses and our hesitations, and that will shine on me when this all works out like your planned and i can tell you that i understand because God don't make things that you can rearrange, but that's ok because i can't take the change and i'll be happy when my friends don't go. When we're in this town for good i'll know.