Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Fits




"Up with the sun, gone with the wind,
She always said I was lazy.
Leaving my home, leaving my friends,
Running when things get too crazy.
Out to the road, out 'neath the stars,
Feeling the breeze, passin' the cars."


Yep.




"He wants to dream like a young man
With the wisdom of an old man
He wants his home and security
He wants to live like a sailor at sea"

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