I met an old man on a Greyhound. On my way down to New Orleans. He started talkin? in the backseat. He pulled out a flask and passed it to me. . He said,? Someday you? ll be my age.
Fireflies are out tonight. Air is heavy and the moon is bright. I love this time of year. I talked to you this afternoon. You said you didn't have very much to do.