I turn on the news, then turn it off fast I think I know what’s going on anyway
A prisoner is being released Who can complain about that?
It’s a quiet dawn in the Blue Ridge Birds are singing, not a blade of grass stirring I feel peaceful inside
Listening to 80s music, why not? The past and present and future are one People are the same,
some growing, some not Some with a conscience, some not Some with beauty, inside and out
Listening to Whitesnake “Here I go again
Here I go again I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wastin’ no more time…”