sábado, 13 de diciembre de 2008


This lonely deep sit hollow
I'm half a world
Half the world away
My shoes are gone
My life spent
I had too much to drink
I didn't think
And I didn't think of you
I guess that's all I needed
To go it alone
And hold it along Haul it along
And hold it
Blackbirds, backwards, forwards and fall and hold, hold . . .