Heard.

    "Here I am, selling coffee, thinking of some girl who speaks with her eyes not her mouth. She's a lock, the kind that can't open up. I'm sorry I'm not the key that you need me to be."
     "She's got a magnet in her eyes. In the twilight she is glowing. She's got hope on my shoulders. I'll take her down."
    "On Super Bowl Sunday everything will be fine, thirty-one million, that's a lotta good times! We'll swim together in the rough seas of our mind. You pack the rod, I'll bring the fishin line." 

Hey, cool.

Heard.

Here we all are. A change is coming.