He’s on a plane crossing the world now / Thinking of the thing that had headed him south / And all the way it seemed / Could help a little boy’s dreams / Find a home, find a soul and a way (Micah P. Hinson) It’s time for hüben & drüben by the dear folks […]

With the weight of the world on your shoulders, you float / We will rise above the city like smoke / We will rise above the city like smoke (The Wave Pictures)

And I know you need me in the next room over / But I am stuck in here all paralyzed / For months I got myself in ruts / Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls (The Avett Brothers)