And there are no fine lines Or there are more than I can draw Cut across some here and there Between each after and before Tying everything together So I can't think it anymore And so it means too much Please let the possible be still Let it settle in this place Along the valley and the hill To the sea between what maybe And what won't be and what will Where do we start? When do our friends come over? What matters now though Is can you reach the windowsill?