And I followed her to the station, with her suitcase in my hand / And I followed her to the station, with her suitcase in my hand / Well, it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell, when all your love’s in vain / All my love’s in vain (Robert Johnson)

So I just kept dreaming, yeah, I just kept dreaming / It wasn’t very hard / I spent all this time trying figure out why / Nobody on my side (Alabama Shakes)

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)