We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.
Hail to those who have come from the sunlight that surrounds you Pray for those who have gone from the sunlight that surrounds you Hail to those who have come from the sunlight that surrounds you Pray for those who have gone from the sunlight that surrounds you Pretend all the good things are for you
Hail to those who have come from the sunlight that surrounds you Hail to whatever you’ve found in the sunlight that surrounds you Pretend all the good things are for you, pretend all the good things are for me too And the weather changes not halfway between your house and mine
Pretend all the good things are for you, pretend all the good things are for me too And the weather changes not halfway between your house and mine And all of the good things are for me, and all of the good things are for you too And the weather changes not halfway between your house and mine