AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD:
The same man sits at a table by the road every morning,
Him & me are the only ones who come here every day,
We never speak to one another,
Nor even nodded,
It’s our thing,
Comforting
(K)
AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD:
The same man sits at a table by the road every morning,
Him & me are the only ones who come here every day,
We never speak to one another,
Nor even nodded,
It’s our thing,
Comforting
(K)
Sweet familarity