I've talked to the ladies down the walk. I've drunk in tattoos that have brought the world to my eyes. Understanding opens doors. To the intricate weave of how good tomorrow could be. Been doused in elixir to numb my pains. And black and white thoughts have all bowed to me. As I've walked through their unlit corridors. And weak as I am you're like an angel standing by me. When sorrow calls my name. I know nothing stays the same. I've talked to the men of high regard. In rooms ever white and my soul grew. Dark by their words. Softly sweet as kissing lips. A kaleidoscope of no consolation at all. I've bargained my bit with fate and all. With no preconceptions of immortality. I rolled the dice uncompromised. And lost as I am you're my good samaritan. When sorrow calls my name. I know nothing stays the same