"Counting all the different ideas, driftin' away..."
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by,…
"Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice."