There's a lot of nothing in the words I know. but I keep on talking 'cause it feels like home. feels alright to be growing old. but growing old is just letting go.
Cap off kneelin' at the back of the church. Feelin' water on your brow. With it's' heal and it hurts. At first a sharpish pain that returns as a thought.
You can have it if you don't mind some or all others stay with me. and you confuse me with your riddles and your sudden generosity. call me in the afternoon even by one by one.
21 gun salute. I guess I saw it in my TV show. With the look of the sun on the cityscape. I caught the subway home with a bellyache. . When you look in the face of my friends.