Time is so a mother and not father

Still listening to Tom Petty

Let me run with you tonight

I'll take you on a moonlight ride

There's someone I used to see

But she don't give a damn for me

But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint

And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud

You don't know how it feels

You don't know how it feels to be me

And maybe the lyrics is all I need to know about that. 

but my old man was born to run.

and you can only run for so long.

until "Tuesday's gone," comes up, I believe a non-problematic Lynard Skynard song.

(they talk about southern man in free bird perhaps one of my favorite guitar songs, direct reference to neil young's southern man, and say we dont need you around. screw hip hop battles this came much earlier, and the lynard skynard fans have temporarily won. neil young's store of recordings went up in a wildfire last year. 

I'm riding my blues away

She had to be free

I'm riding my blues away

Tuesday's gone with the wind

Tuesday's gone with the wind

Tuesday's gone with the wind

my baby's gone with the wind

......Cause my baby's gone

Ride on train, riding my blues babe

Goodbye Tuesday, oh train. 

next song

Stevie and I don't actually recognize.

but I am stuck. 

I need to write myself out of this timeline. I need to write myself 

out of this story. i deserve better. 

lovers forever face to face 

Aha
We born before the wind....also younger than the sun 
If only I could always talk in lyric.