So what if I ramble, or I seem to preach.
Ecclesiastes knew a thing or two.
My many years give me a greater reach.
But I once sat in the dark next to you.
So what if I ramble, or I seem to preach.
Like a man, who climbs a mountain and calls back
to those strung out behind him, and for their sake,
warns of dreadful chasms on the track
and foretells what glorious vistas lie in wait,
so what if I ramble, or I seem to preach.