lights, trains

Yeah, too much, I know. We got to talk of traveling, I ran away again in the thought that when I returned all would be well instead of lost. And yet. I'd rather be me than that tired face. And some maybe idiocy at et all Lower Deck.

It is rum and coke day after all and we await it.

He sighs and thinks, these are the days. He looks and sees her yawn as she watches the infinite song, and he hopes she knows these are the nights. But since he isn't sure... He thinks he will make up for her gladness, at least there is an old man (you later) that brought non-threatening entertainment and a smile. To her. Whether you were here, immaterial. 'Cause the Guinness is done and ... The rest is the rest is the rest... Peacock feathers. Enfield town. Something else.

Don't.

C'mon Gerrard.