My grandmother told me this is where I was, after seeing some drawings I made. It was the first time I saw how transparent a thought and a few lines could make me. You don’t ever wanna go showing your cards.
Anyhow, It was years ago. I just happened to be thinking about it, and her.
Revisted from 1/17. Couldn’t let this one be.
The River Knows Your Name by John Hiatt.
I’ve got a problem.
