The second half of the theme to this album. Sit still too long and you become something else.

I wanted to write a response to the happy-hobo songs that had been tormenting me (“King of the Road”, “Bummin’ Around”), and hit on this. It’s a little reflection and appreciation.

Something old.

The smell of wine sweetly passes, bittered by her breath Those lies weaving twisted thoughts deep into your head That life is better traveled where no other thoughts have lead But life may live to deceive Curtain drawn, her hair let down…

by Neil Diamond

by Tom Petty

by John Lennon & Paul McCartney

by The Police