It’s difficult to go on knowing you’re out there somewhere / Vacant parking lots across the street remind me I’m going nowhere (Whiskeytown)

I’ve been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two / I never do what I’m supposed to do / I don’t even need a name anymore / When no one calls it out, it kinda vanishes away / No one gives a damn about the things I […]

Sunlight in the weeds, I wish that I was blind / To the ghosts dancing in the breeze blowing through my mind / Got a Corvair in my yard / It hasn’t run in fifteen years / It’s a home for the birds now / It’s no longer a car (Jim White)