The sun shines through my bedroom window. Like a long lost friend. And I can't describe how good it feels to. See him back again If I were a tender poet. Maybe I could speak. All those lines and
Big wet snow the day I left. Didn't stick around like me, I guess. Half a tank of gas, money well spent. Mississippi was a frozen wreck I'm still in love with you. I'm going south, I'm going crazy