Big black cloud. On a yellow plain. Sure enough it. Looks like rain. Packin' up all our. Faith and trust. Me and the wanderlust Open window. Empty bed and chair. Who's that callin'?. Ain't no
A bag of years, a cup of tears, lie in a glass. And every line on my face has a tale to tell. For, I have worn this skin I live in. And so I will until I'm dying. I've had it good, had it bad, unt