Out of the Rain
Stephen crouched on the edge of a toilet seat, gingerly picking twigs out his hair and dropping them into the water below him. Once he had picked his hair…
Shattered with Stones
“Love and sex and hope and dreams are still surviving on the streets. Look at me, I’m in...” “Huh-whazzat, boo?” “Hmm? Oh nothing, just singing to myself.”…
It's not in the lyrics...
Honky tonk women are so hard to find. Not because there aren’t many around. And not because they are limited to one location. It’s because nobody seems to now…