I'm not sleepy, and there is no place I'm going to
And Laura's asleep in my bed
As I'm leaving, she wakes up and says
I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
Baby, don't go away, come here
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My dreams for the past few nights have all involved department stores.
The parts I can remember anyhow. The parts that are vague recollections however...interesting to say the least.
I've been writing songs again. Which is good of course. Quite Good.
I have nothing to update about. But I felt like updating.
so, I suppose, in summary....
that, and that Bob Dylan plays a mean Harmonica