"Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same, year after year, through all the silent night
burns on forevermore that quenchless flame, shines on that inextinguishable light!"
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it’ll turn your head around
Well, there’s hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground