your idea for a novel is a novel idea but step it back, son. well, you've got nothing to fear and you know that all you really wanted was to make it out of this fucking town your play would play all around town but critic's reviews would just bring you down and you know that all you really wanted was to make it out, but not with me your song would sing to the peasant's ear bringing from each a single tear but even after all the work you done to carry your conscience, it still weighs a ton