...He was confused by all the names that are used to label the voice within: the higher self, better judgment, guardian angel, Holy Spirit, Christ consciousness. And God. The waves of the reflecting pond shimmered, and the radiant face of a young woman appeared. She softly spoke to him as his own inner voice. "If you have the desire, you will see the opportunities that life offers for growth and change. First you must desire to grow. Sometimes that means leaving behind the familiar life you knew. Respect where you came from, for whatever happened there is part of your growth. You take with you whoever you are, wherever you go." The more that I see, the less I know And this time, that's not what I need I waver between Goon or just let go But holding on Is what I'm used to When I'm in an undertow Cote du Rhone Or the airport courtesy phone Tell the fortune you're building Why did you build out of cards What I should have built of stone But now my plane's at the gate and boarding And I can't do this thing alone unless there's No More Amsterdam You made me what I am And I can't pay in kind When something precious always ends up left behind Old ways lift and pull Whole days left half full Claimed I didn't mind Later And when it's all done When you've had your fun And the smoke lingers on Burning off beside the paper crown I put it back on and see how it goes And wear the lie As if it had the power to carry you home And there you are in the hotel bar Gone Holding diamonds you traded Watching the friend who Once was a paragon Coming undone But now my plane's at the gate and boarding And once I hear those engines roaring, there'll be No More Amsterdam You made me what I am And I can't pay in kind When something precious always ends up left behind Old ways lift and pull (and I can't stay honest) Whole days left half full I claimed I didn't mind The more that I see, the less I know.