Scanning the mp3 mixes in my head reminds me of clicking the old push button car radio when there was less talk and more music.
Smoke gets in your eyes
sister golden hair surprise
Can’t you see it in my eyes
I had some dreams
they were clouds in my coffee,
clouds in my coffee
with a boulder on my shoulder
feelin’ kinda older
I tripped the merry-go-round
count the headlights on the highway
lay me down in sheets of linen
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are
you probably think this post is about you
Confused? Who's not? This post might help explain it but then again maybe not.