From the recording Web In The Corner
I met "Thanks" in the park one day after breaking the heel of my shoe. I sat down next to him.. The guitar becomes the carousel we could hear in the distance. Without asking, Thanks magically fixed the broken heel with a paper bag and some twine. It was not until I got home and unwrapped it, I found he had somehow transformed the whole thing into a beautiful glass slipper!
So, pay attention. See the beauty inside. Share a smile without fear. There's nothing unsafe about any of that. Life is, honestly, amazing and every person has a story. Be kind.
I once knew a man, his name was just "Thanks." He lived in the park. I asked him one day, "don't you get cold?" "No, I'm alive on the ride" he said, "and I don't need somewhere to hide from it."
Should I go-round again? That day in the park is stuck in my head. Life can go anywhere, and nothing but thanks is something to share. I didn't think until later, long after goodbye, he took nothing for granted and neither should I. Oh, la, la-la.... Yes people do exist that change their names, for nothing but true thanks will do. I want to go-round again. That day in the park is stuck in my head and life, life can go anywhere, and nothing but thanks is something to live for. And I want to go-round again, that day in the park is stuck in my head and life can be anywhere. Any nothing but thanks is something to share. So, thanks for the thoughts. The something-from-nothing because now that I've got nothing but thanks I've learned a la, la-la...I've learned a lot. About thanks.