Pouring in and around the great wellspring. Of simple feeling. And I need bearings in the face of your. Cool cool fire. Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice. Makes my soul tired. And concrete is. As concrete doesn't. And voices can drown. Why should I. Why should I. Why should I. Why should I. Solidify. Make me real. So you can see me. I guess you thought. I'd hide the sun from my liquid thoughts and. Make ice for you. You thought I'd seed my clouds. With the rain of your personal dreams. I guess you thought I'd throw confetti. At your parade of lofty thoughts. I guess you thought I'd shine good morning. In some good morning Jack. Surprise. Why should I. Why should I. Why should I. Why should I. Solidify. Make me real. So you can see me. (Sheryl Crow/Kevin Hunter/Bill Bottrell/David Baerwald/Kevin. Gilbert/David Ricketts/Brian MacLeod).