One of Billy Joel’s best albums is Turnstiles. On that album, there is a track called Summer Highland Falls. One of these days I will analyze it line by line in relation to PC. However, trust me. It speaks to Park City in these times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They say that these are not the best of times So we’ll argue and we’ll compromise How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
But they’re the only times I’ve ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation
In cathedrals of our own
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover’s eyes
And I can only stand apart and sympathize
For we are always what our situations hand us
It’s either sadness or euphoria<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
And realize that nothing’s ever changed
For all our mutual experience
Our separate conclusions are the same
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
Our reason coexists with our insanity
But we choose between reality and madness
It’s either sadness or euphoria<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Perhaps we don’t fulfill each other’s fantasies
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives
With our respective similarities
It’s either sadness or euphoria<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n