I’m an old man
with not much to lose
an anchor at the end of a chain
All of my memories
wrecks and wrong turns
rattle around in my brain
Filling up gas
at the White Oak Station
she was leaned back on her car
Cradling her belly
like holding a baby
we looked at each other afar
Topping my tank
trying hard not to think
I turned on the highway towards home
Nothing was said
jus’ chatter in my head
blind love for the girl on her own ~
Lions Mane 