Try another city, baby, another town / Wherever I have gone / Wherever I’ve been and gone / Wherever I have gone / The blues come following down (Jackson C. Frank)

Rivers that run anywhere / Are in my hand and just up the stair / Past the eyes of those who care / Who can never be / Alone (Jackson C. Frank)

Me and the coke and cigarettes looking at the crack of dawn / I got a house that’s full of lights but I never turn them on / Heater’s broken, moon is going down / Living in a house of blue lights, wolf knocking at the door / Chopping down that cedar tree, looking for […]