Quiet
And the blues
Highway 1
John Mayhall too
  
Nature and the blues
Were made for those
Who are
Alone
For those who's
Night is darkest
Dying ever so
Slowly
  
Time passes
Without
Meaning
Without love
One is always
Leaving
  
Voices all around
Hundreds
Together
But I, I am one
Demon of bad
Weather
   
Chairs
Stacked in the
Corner
Cigarettes
Smashed on the
Floor
My life keeps passing
Yet I've
Never gotten
Through the
Door

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