I left this town with the throttle open wide / The heater was blowing but nothing inside / Could ember the darkness or swallow my pride / When I left this town I was running (Jeffrey Foucault)

And I’ve been talking about love just talking / And it seems like I don’t get nowhere / So maybe I ought to go / To just where I don’t know / But it looks to be / Other than here (Jeffrey Foucault)

Rain on the sidewalk / Neon winking out / I get farther from home / All the time / Worn out and wondering / Traveling unraveling / Wearing out my heart / In little towns / Tea and Tobacco / Whiskey from a tin cup / When I had one good coat / I was […]