“Yeah, still holdin’ together,”
Despite the weakness of my friends
To support and nourish.

“Yeah, still hangin’ in there,”
Despite the recognition of the lack
Of communication

“Yeah, still keepin’ it goin’,”
Despite the building frustration
And the walls.

“Yeah, still takin’ care,”
Despite the loss of feeling
And concern.

Listen, man, when I’m hottest,
I’m cool ...
Whichever direction change blows,
It’s the same
Tempo-rate-yer.
 
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