What are you asking me to do? This is all I know
I am comfortable with this, but you're telling me to go
It's not that here is better, but it is to here that I was born
And so I pack with trepidation, and a spirit deeply torn
But one can't see the Promised Land while standing on the Nile
So I must walk and carry this, if only for a while
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
