remember the day we went to an old fashioned way to get my haircut by an old fashioned barber, he sit me on his chair, sharpened his blades and cut my hair. i asked him if he'd shave my beard, he said he stopped doing that last year. tradition ends in fear. we walked down the road new haircut, feeling good i know, things will get better, summer is right around the corner. i stopped and looked into your eyes, somedays i'm depressed don't know why. today i'm glad to be alive.