I'm believing, believing,
believing that even when I'm gone, some lonesome picker will find some healing in this song.
When I got up, my parents were cuddled up in the living room in the dark listening to
John Stewart albums over and over.
ETA: I put in a picture and a qualifying note.
Geez. John != Jon. 1939 - a little early for Jon's birth year, don't you think?
Also, John Stewart was
much more than just a songwriter for the Monkees. No matter what the papers decide to use for headlines.