When the going is long gone and the kick drum won’t kick / When you fumble with your fiddle and you’re fresh out of tricks / And the horseflies are biting but the fish never do / And your heart’s a thousand colors but they’re all shades of blue (Gregory Alan Isakov)

So I count my blessings in this world of sin / The holes in the walls let the cold come in / Could I use your skin to keep me warm / So I might make it through the night (Alejandro Escovedo)

I’m just a lonesome ol‘ rounder / Darkness grows, and then it’s gone / And at the end of this lonely road / Those deeds you’ve done they say you’ll never go home / Some folks are guided by the love they share / But darkness called and left me unaware (Mandolin Orange)