Story Behind the Song
Writen in NYC 1997, while Joe A was pondering the True meaning of our universe
Lyrics
we are what we create and see what we debate, waiting at the gate, for entry and the welcome and the welcome,... to open tune a mind, a friend along the line and now I'm feeling fine, the gift that's from the kind one, always way ahead, always close behind, always in the middle and sometimes right in time,.... as I wrap myself in my confusion, crawling deep in the seclusion, and closer to the resolution,.... cloudy is the haze, open is the page, what is all the rage, look upon the stage, catch it!,.... we are what we create and see what we debate, waiting at the gate, for entry and the welcome, and the welcome, and the welcome, and the welcome, and the welcome, and the welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,....one moment please;... I don't have anything called taxi rider,...what?,....
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