What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
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Maybe
Yesterday the odds were stacked in favor of my expectations
Flyin' above the rest, never fallin' from the nest
Tuesday came and went and I'm in a little situation
Maybe it's for the best, I could live alone, I guess
Maybe I could stand alone
Maybe I'm strong as stone
Even though the bird has flown
Maybe she'll fly on home
Excuse me if I'm keeping you apart from better conversation
Hung up on all my doubt, trying to sort the whole thing out
Tell me that I'm smart enough to deal with all the information
Spinning inside my head, every word she ever said
Maybe I could stand alone
Maybe I'm strong as stone
Even though the bird has flown
Maybe she'll fly on home
Maybe I could stand alone
Maybe I'm strong as stone
Even though the bird has flown
Maybe she'll fly on home
Even though the bird has flown
Maybe she'll fly on home