Hold off the countdown, I can’t keep track of my fingers.

The rivers run and I can’t say anything else about it.

Wirejaw is a scary word, but it’s nothing to worry about. There’s still a road to travel, and an answer to find.

I speak and lose my tongue. High beams shine out from the seventh floor of an apartment building and say, “they should not hear about any of this”.

It’s a hard nugget, but it’s real gold.

Maybe sometime, Ronnie, we’ll talk about it, when you’re old enough to ask.