I’m heading north on some old and dusty gravel road / Heading to where the wind hit heavy on the shore line / I’m going to where the weather always suits my clothes / Heading down back road 49 (SongDogs)

It’s a quick light and a slow burn / A little wink and a half turn / And gone (Jeffrey Foucault)

So come on darling stay with me / Let’s cut through the crowd / Make the most of being lost / In what time we’re allowed (Marah)