While we’re on the subject, can we change the subject now? I was knocking on your ear’s door but you were always out. Looking towards the future, we were begging for the past. Well, we knew we had the good things but those never seemed to last. Oh, please just last. Everyone’s unhappy. Everyone’s ashamed. Well, we all just caught looking at somebody else’s page. Well, nothing ever went quite exactly as planned. Our ideas held no water but we used them like a dam.