When you wake up in the morning and you don't know where you're going to, you're exactly where you're meant to be. When you ache with all your knowing and your textbooks tell you nothing, then maybe what you need is me. Diana's been dead for ten years, and yet you still can't seem to care - you've been working here an age and still you're going nowhere. I understand the uselessness of song; the uselessness of life; I understand thinking it's easy is why I have to try it twice, and so I play my game beneath the turning spotlight and the turning tide of faded photographs scattered around my sides. As of this winter I can travel anywhere, and yet I still can't seem to care. You've been getting dressed for days and still you're going nowhere. Maybe when you wake up in the morning and you don't know where you're going to, well that's not such an awful thing. We all sometimes need to be told that if the compass won't resolve then we're exactly where we're meant to be. I'm not saying that it's wrong, sometimes we just get too involved to see the truth that's far too close for focusing.