Well, I'm the same kid I wasnOut in the schoolyardnHallowed my pockets with sticksnFrom the parking lotnAlonennThough I walked alonenI was sure there was somebodynThere on my shoulder, quietly guiding menHomennI counted to 1000, 2000, and evennMath game and nicknames for friendsnThat I rarely meetnBut years roll along, along so graciouslynAnd so gracefully we age into infinitynOnnnThere is a house under a hillnWith no windows, with no doorsnAnd everything I've ever lost is therenBetween the boards and beamsnOh, old friendshipsnOld virginitynA younger little ghost of menTogether, they are celebratingnAll the time they've gained:nTonight, again, we celebratenanother tiny gain!nnAlone, I am namelessnAnd fearless and facelessnI see just my kneesnAnd two hands held in front of menMine for this lifetimenSo kindly I'll treat themnMy blood pumpsnMy lungs bellownSo I will let them bennAh...