Did a few people lose it all at once, or did everybody lose it just a bit?
Me, my marbles. I wouldn’t count on finding any of them around here. Mine are gone and scattered.
Compassion? No, I don’t think I’ve lost compassion; I want to share more. I watched the Dalai Lama doing a Q/A, live to St. Petersburg, Russia. Phenomenal. The Dalai Lama knows compassion.
Innocence? Lost? Too much. There’s a great deal of it that I’d like to have kept. Everyone, eh?
I’m sure there is something else I’ve lost. I just don’t know where it is.
This a book written by Cadillac Man. I wrote this song about him.
Lost and never found
Austin, somewhere 'round midnight
Waiting for a ride