“And then there were the ways you watched me moving back into my cave where the wheels turn, same...

“And then there were the ways you watched me moving back into my cave where the wheels turn, same wheels that drove you off. I should have told you before talking in terms of forever that any given day wears me out and works me sour, that there are nights when the sky is so clear I stand obnoxious underneath it begging for stars to shoot me just so I can feel at home.”

— Buddy Wakefield