Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today. But yesterday's news is old news, the skies are all grey. Winter's in labour, soon to give birth to the spring.
I'm gonna plant me some seed. Grow me an ocean. Cut me some trees. And build me an island. Stand on the corner. Flag down a streetcar. Go somewhere and phone him.
Apples dipped in candy. Sweet potato eye. One is for your belly. The other's for your mind. . Day off on Sunday. When the rent is not behind. Well, that's the way it goes.
Apples dipped in candy. Sweet potato eye. One is for your belly. The other's for your mind. . Day off on Sunday. When the rent is not behind. Well, that's the way it goes.