"Where everything is possible
miracles become commonplaces,
but the familiar ceases to be self-evident."
No complaints, and no regrets.
I still believe in chasing dreams and placing bets.
No summer's high. No warm July.
No harvest moon to light one tender August night.
No hearts of gold. No nerves of steel.
No blame for what we can and cannot feel.
Make up your mind
And do what you're gonna do.
Well you know how I feel
So I'm leaving it up to you.
That's the way it is, you know.
You just see what you want to see.
Who am I to tell you how to think
Or tell you who to be?
It's your thing.
Do what you wanna do.
I can't tell you who to sock it to.