Theres a guitar here in the window. Id like to play before its sold. Its such a classic, mint condition. Great shape for one this old. . Now, all these axes have their stories.
Winter was gray in my small town sky. When Sarah came back with a smile. Some things just brought her around this whole world. Back to our hometown main street mile.
Was golden day November, a one long year ago. I came to stay the holiday into your mountain home. I came to share your friendship and sing those fireside songs.
Well, I'd be dead by thirty-three. That was my best guess. But hey, here I am this morning. Singing happy birthday to me. . As I clean up all this mess.