Accosted by an angel—with friends—this is one of his favorite songs—sings it with outrageous gusto …
My song—my story. On a day like any other day I left a small town for the apple in decay—earth—unfortunately hell bent on destroying itself, because it was my destiny—it’s what we needed to do. Angels were telling me so I’m telling you. I was inside, looking outside—from the eyes of a petrified lady—two of us, alone and waiting for hours and hours and hours. I’m looking out for the two of us and I surely hope there will be something left of us by the time we’re done with this disheartening little task. Naturally I’m longing for home. Who wants to get tangled up in shit like this? Too many nutters afloat. And too many sad Mondays. She’s waiting for me but alas—I’m a long, long way from home. This ain’t easy—not by a long shot.
Accosted by an angel—with friends—this is one of his favorite songs—sings it with outrageous gusto …
My song—my story. On a day like any other day I left a small town for the apple in decay—earth—unfortunately hell bent on destroying itself, because it was my destiny—it’s what we needed to do. Angels were telling me so I’m telling you. I was inside, looking outside—from the eyes of a petrified lady—two of us, alone and waiting for hours and hours and hours. I’m looking out for the two of us and I surely hope there will be something left of us by the time we’re done with this disheartening little task. Naturally I’m longing for home. Who wants to get tangled up in shit like this? Too many nutters afloat. And too many sad Mondays. She’s waiting for me but alas—I’m a long, long way from home. This ain’t easy—not by a long shot.