• We held hands at the Hollywood Bowl
    As the summer sun set
    I was afraid I'd be lost
    If i let go.
    We were two, we were three,
    We were thirteen.
    And still the sun sets
    But my fingers grip air
    And i feel lost.
    Have i let go
    Or have you?
    Rise, my friend,
    Blaze, my friend.
    use your light
    and find me, my friend.