Somewhere along a country road, hours away from any highway or thoroughfare, there’s a graveyard where all my songs go to lie under an oak tree with the aural backdrop of scurrying chipmunk feet and chirping birds.
I write songs
I write songs
Somewhere along a country road, hours away from any highway or thoroughfare, there’s a graveyard where all my songs go to lie under an oak tree with the aural backdrop of scurrying chipmunk feet and chirping birds.