(Song 4) Hair net tossed on the table Name tag still pinned to my shirt Work boots wait on the front step but they might walk out on me too I've got no one left to care for No one left to hear my prayer Talking to the kitchen window…

(Week 5 of 52) Put my suitcase in the back seat I know you couldn't change my mind But all that glitters, all that shines Never felt like it was mine Learned the train lines, dives and bars Learned to sleep with honking cars But all the…