I can’t talk about the Moon right now, so full so firm so full of you like you are too full of it. Really, I can't spare a song but I really need you to be inside a song right now, so that I can listen to you over and over and over again. Until you become a broken record that still needs to be broken. That's the only way I can remain calm. But listen. No, not this day, it's not about today but you became that song I sing all the way home. And I know I just know, If I wanted to, I can always find you between the notes of the right kind of music. I know your story better than anyone, I just wonder if I'd ever get back to telling it.