don t give me answers or i would refuse yes is a word for which i have no use and i wasn t looking for heaven or hell just someone to listen to stories i tell yeah what is a blessing what is a dream caught between portraits and none s what it seems why is it some people expect there s a change when i feel i m a part of something i can t see and i feel the same don t offer questions or i will retreat fame is a cancer and ego its seed and i wasn t looking for heaven or hell just someone to listen to stories i tell do we ever wonder did you ever care stories i tell stories i tell stories i tell subtle salvation in poems and prose hiding our heads in some shadow of home and i wasn t looking for wreaths or for bells just someone to listen to stories i tell stories i tell stories i tell stories  stories i tell stories i tell stories i tell stories i tell 