Like Miles Davis, I’ve been swayed by the cool. There’s just something ’bout the summertime, there’s just something ’bout the moon.
When our boots they hit the ground, they made a high and lonesome sound.Read more
Cause I’ve been so lonely I can’t imagine that kind of sympathy.Read more
“Remember when I knew a boxer, baby.”Read more
“And we waited for the sirens that never come. And we only write by the moon. Every word handwritten.”Read more
“And, ‘hey, it’s alright,’ she says, ‘Once upon a time I lived a perfect night. Hey, in another life,’ she says, ‘In a dream of mine from a thousand years ago.’”Read more