well i'll just skip the boring parts

chapters one, two, three

and get to the place where you can read my face and my biography.

here i am, i'm eleven months old,

dangling from my daddy's knee.

there i go, it's my graduation,

i'm picking up a bogus degree.

that's me.

early me.

that's me.

well i never cared much for the money,

and money never cared for me.

i was more like a land-locked sailor,

searching for the emerald sea.

just searching for the emerald sea, boys,

searching for the sea.

oh my god.

first love opens like a flower.

a black bear running through the forest light

holds me in her sight and her power.

but tricky skies, your eyes are true,

the future is beauty and sorrow.

still, i wish that we could run away and live the life we used to.

if just for tonight and tomorrow.

i am walking up the face of the mountain.

counting every step i climb.

remembering the names of the constellations.

forgotten is a long, long time.

that's me.

i'm in the valley of twilight.

now i'm on the continental shelf.

that's me-i'm answering a question i am asking of myself