This house / She’s holding secrets / I got my change behind the bed / In a coffee can / I throw my nickels in / Just incase I have to leave / And I will go if you ask me to / I will stay if you dare / And if I go I’m […]

When the wine stops working and you’re all run out / And all of your high hopes have all headed south / And the songs left the stable and they never came home / And there ain’t no forgetting that you’re out on your own (Gregory Alan Isakov)

And I’ll walk along the end ‘till I wander home again / Out beneath the rumble I go stumblin‘ down the Northside wind (Marah)