'You've got to think about the future', you tell me over 
again. And you don't even know it's where I'm from. I can 
prove it: you'll sleep in a cave at night, wake up with 
the sun and go work like a traffic light. But I'll never 
say I told you so. It's hard to figure out when you're 
stuck inside - so I came back to show you that the same 
thing happens over again. I don't pretend. I wouldn't 
make this up. Not again.