It’s Christmas Eve and Rickie Lee Jones keeps singing as people carry bags, children saunter by with painted faces, and squirrels beg with a smile in Union Square, I and Bragger and Jr. Lee…

Crying comes easy……it’s up…..it’s down…racing thoughts…wishing and watching….wishing and watching…… It’s wanting to leave and needing to stay…..everything is temporary…the only constant is change, take me back…to Coolsville…said take me back..

Never ever knowing…..that’s the hard part….knowing yourself….knowing your surroundings…the joy of knowing nothing at all, that’s the way we always thought it would be…

Take me back to Coolsville……said take me back…take me back…

Take me back to Coolsville……

Posted from WordPress for Android