it's not me you're dying for/

[__treeandme]

twenty-five years he's worked at the paper.

i want you all to know things.
the problem is.
well. the problem is that the other day i had this conversation:

"i haven't written anything in a while."
'so write.'
"i have nothing to say."

the truth is, i have everything to say
and i don't have the words.
i have the worst.
i have the best.

i am capable of everything.
and still nothing.
nashville called me the other night.
and all i wanted to know how she was doing.
home is where the heart is.
i have a house.
i have a heart.
where did home go?

nashville memphis boston los angeles clarksville
music city memfrica bean town city of angels queen city

call it what you want
or call it in the air
it's what i have left.

and at the end of this sad post,
all i can tell everyone of you is that
i am doing fine
and mostly i am happy.