And you can’t see his eyes or his longing- -A hat pulled down low Hides the price on his soul. There’s a ship which won’t be long coming; So when he gets on board You just whisper the word. Takes a last look over his shoulder, Sees the sun going down Watched by no one around So where are his friends now he needs them?
I was going to post more song lyrics.
And then I read something of Buck Daruma’s, and, you know, had to admit it means writer’s block.
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