Lyrics
'All My Friends Are Going To Be Strangers'
I was reading at the time
It never feels like it's getting better when you're doing your time
Sometimes you feel a day ahead
Sometimes a week behind
But a year to the day... a minute of our love takes a decade
Approaching storm blues
Your dog knows before you
If you had any room to talk
I'm sure they'd let you sing
The southern most tree
The great compassion
The reformed demons of Del Valle
I feel at home knowing they'll all have me