"You've got to think about the future", you tell me over again. And you don't even know it's where I'm from. I can prove it: you'll sleep in a cave at night, wake up with the sun and go work like a traffic light. But I'll never say I told you so. It's hard to figure out when you're stuck inside - so I came back to show you that the same thing happens over again. I don't pretend. I wouldn't make this up. Not again.