“Its the perfect time of year, somewhere far away from here. I feel fine enough I guess…considering eveythings a mess. Its like a dream you try to remember but its gone. Then you try to scream but it only comes out like a yawn. When you try to see the world beyond your front door. On an evening such as this, ita hard to tell if I exist. I could leave but I’ll just stay…all my stuffs here anyway.”
Need to hunt this CD down from my collection.