But I Was and You Are.

Hangin out with her down on 4th street, something burning deep inside of me. She knew that I was in trouble, I was feeling much like the devil...

How many times will it take me before I go crazy, before I lose everything?

Standing on the corner of 58 and college, watching the cars pass by but none of them seem to be West enough. Wish I was on the highway like some robber baron, back to Olympia. No plan and no place to crash, no sleep til 5th and Franklin.

But I can make things work here. Really work, I think. Really start something.

What I wanted to say was that I think you're wonderful. And that I love you. And that we'll make it. And that 4th Ave will always be there and there are always more cigarettes.

:)