“My home is where my hat is hung, on postcard printed paper and love notes from lattice rungs.”
My home is where my hat is hung, on postcard printed paper and love notes from lattice rungs.
Wherever we go, we'll never be lost...
It's seems like we're all lost. 1
Good song for a chilly autumn night.
My four year old was singing the chorus to this song earlier tonight.
Imagine Tom Waits having a baby with Eminem. Or don't. Anyway, it would probably sound a lot like this guy.