Its Pronounced Ush-Een
And I’m trying to find God everywhere. I'm trying to figure this thing he made called a man. I've been in love 4 or 5 times so I doubt I'm going to try that much more often. And I spend most days making pictures or thinking about making pictures, or masturbating or thinking about masturbating. And I dream too much and I don't write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere. I'm looking for God, Quentin. Trying to figure out a little better this little thing he made called a man. I’m looking for God everywhere, thank you. And I've fallen in love six, seven, eight, nine, ten times, Quentin; so I don’t want to, want to, but I still do. And I want to find God in the morning, and in the tired hands of dusk. At the mouth of the river and down by it's feet. But instead, I drive sixty through residential streets, praying to hit a child, so that they may stay forever an angel and stay forever full of night and light and crayons and simple outstretched limbs trying to pick up way too much way too fast, forgetting what it means to be a person