I can tell something's up. you haven't touched your scotch. you've been staring out the window. now your staring at your watch. and lately that's been happening to much.
New York winter Traffic squeals. The city feels... so old. Late December taxi ride. Then run inside it's cold. . Got your letters Monday. I think or Tuesday.
Let Freedom Ring. . My country âtis of thee. Sweet land of liberty. Of thee I sing.. . Land where my fathers died. Land of the pilgrim's pride.. From every mountain side.