I was down and in a bad place,
I called you and you had this annoyed face.
You were my best friend, you were my partner.
Then you made me feel like I was always a bother.

How does it feel to wear the clothes you do?
How does it feel now that I am now longer beside you?
Tell me, tell me.

You were my brother, you were my pal, you closed your door on me when I was in hell.
You could have thrown me some water to cool off the flames.
You could have opened your arms to me, instead you made me feel ashamed.
How does it feel now when you see me walking?
Do you hide and avoid saying 'hello'?
How does it feel to be way up on that diving board?
While I am still struggling just not to drown.
Tell me, tell me.

You once needed me and I was there.
You once was so lonely and I was one who cared.
I gave you my wife and I pushed you towards yours.
Now you stand there pretending, posing as if you are a man.
You can fool most people, maybe all of them.
But I know the real you and I know you are not what you pretend.

Follow me tonight,
Follow me forever,
Follow me as I walk,
Let us live forever together.

Moon, straight above us, a ray of light, there to guide us...Take my hand - let's walk.
Close your eyes, babe, and hold me tight, I am going to guide you home, make you feel alright.
My left hand falls from your neck, runs softly down your back,
My right hand is holding your left and I turn to whisper in your ear.

Follow me tonight,
Follow me forever,
Follow me as I walk,
Let us live forever together.

Life will be racing - like the waves running towards us and  just as quickly retreating back into the ocean - lost in time.
Our love will be rejoicing - life as we choose it to be, with the stars up above - never leave me.

Follow me tonight,
Follow me forever,
Follow me as I walk,
Let us live forever together.

A winter's celebration filled with snow flakes and hot chocolate,
A fireplace, soft music and pretty little orchids. I will paint you my masterpiece and I will write you a novel. I will sing with my own voice and I will play the piano. I will sing a hundred million love songs just for you and I will never deceive you I will always be true.

Follow me tonight,
Follow me forever,
Follow me as I walk,
Let us live forever together.

I want to dance with you - hold you and whisper in your ear.
Sweet words of love and more love to spare.
A song will be playing and our bodies will be swaying, sweet childish rhymes as we roll in the sand. Look into my eyes, babe, and hold my hand,
Follow me tonight,
Follow me forever,
Follow me as I walk,
Let us live forever together.

I walk through these autumn streets, Brooklyn in November.
I walk listening to Dylan, trying not to remember...the spring, the summer...

As the previous winter thawed and the leaves began to bud,
There was this lonely kid who walked alone...
Walked through those Brooklyn streets listening to Dylan, trying to remember what it was that he was hoping for, waiting for...

As the Spring breeze began to blow, the rain began to fall and the flowers began to grow and the kid felt 9 feet tall.
The dreams of summer, the afternoon slumbers and the allnighters spent with my brothers.
Unexpected, unprotected by armor - no memories yet, just dreams, hopes and embryonic ideas of what lay ahead. Possibilities unlimited.
Blue eyes...all it took were her blue eyes...
Summer flew on by - long walks on beaches, sunrises and sunsets, holding hands...babies crying...August and the end of summer racing in the street towards you...towards me.
September - still hot but not as strong - you walk, and walk alone.

I walk alone through these Brooklyn streets, listening to Dylan, Van Morrison and Nick Cave - remembering but forgetting to ignore her tears, her lies and her blue eyes.
October - hurricane winds blow down the leaves across the sidewalks, the streets and upon the highways where we once drove like the boys of summer standing boldly in the sun - where has the time gone?
Where has the time gone?

I walk through these autumn streets, Brooklyn in November.
I walk listening to Dylan, trying not to remember...the spring, the summer...

She pushed what remained on her cigarette into a coffee dish, ran the water, dismissed her regret and then made a silent wish.
He threw the laptop against the wall, as if it were some flipflop rubber ball. His head fell into his waiting hands and he spoke in a dead language only he could understand.
She waited until mid-night and then she shut the TV, no use hoping for what never would be. She heard the front door open and she knew he was home.
How many lies have we reinterpreted as truth?
Our wants can sometimes distort reality until it fits what we want to believe, what we need to believe.
Like a placebo used against a virus - it can soothe our present by deluding us about the future.
Addictions of all kinds can be like quicksand pulling one away from the reality that must be lived in order to understand.