remember the day   we went to an old fashioned way   to get my haircut   by an old fashioned barber,   he sat me on his chair,   sharpened his blades and cut my hair.       i asked him if he'd shave my beard,   he said he stopped doing that last year.   tradition ends in fear.      we walked down the road   new haircut, feeling good i know,   things will get better,   summer is right around the corner.      i stopped and looked into your eyes,   somedays i'm depressed   don't know why.   today i'm glad   to be alive.