I'm lost Planning or remembering I don't remember And plans are disappointments Waiting in the Wings Life is what happens When you're making them You're home I can hear your typewriter Click-clacking You know One becomes a writer by writing And so you devote morning to what you know Aim high Let go We'll never know What we're doing here or when we're gonna die Time is only wasted trying to know why To be kind Truly kind Is radical Aim high Let go We'll never know How close we are To what we love There's no meaning but the meaning you create And no end to all the things that you can make To be kind Truly kind Is radical Watch you laughing while you sleep Things look funny in your dreams I'll never know Where you go Or what you think And at night I curl into The soft animal of you And fall asleep Just to dream Another day