When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpseOut of the corner of my eye.I turned to look but it was goneI cannot put my finger on it nowThe child is grown, The dream is gone.I have become comfortably numb.

An eye is blind in another man's corner.

The whole program has turned a corner. If people didn't know us before, they know us now.

[Groh confessed to some fleeting thoughts about returning Franklin to corner,] but we'll have to see if fleeting turns into non-fleeting, ... Certainly, that would have to be something that you would quickly think of, but we have to make sure we don't weaken another spot.

If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind With your fear flowing out behind you As you claw the thin ice.

If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.