Meaning is something but effort is thicker, just as was told let me write one for you, glad you are able to public in stranger, flat as a feather and plain as a view.

There's no use in trying to wait out the weather, the mark of a good man is not a clean room, pension or prophet you know it wont matter, all journeys leave you with heart cut in two.

Meaning is something but effort is thicker, so where is the harm in a few lonesome tunes? open your letters and lash out the leather, the heart ...