you must do what makes you happy .. sitting in cafes with seedy characters, smoking cigarettes and sipping on gin or whiskey, feel the vapor sit on your tongue as you watch the waitress shake between the tables and deliver you clever hellos and goodbyes
cherry wood tells you the truth cuz it keeps the secrets within her bark, she will tell you that she loves you and you will remember when... back then, once again, as you say restrained by your memory wanting to go back to new orleans or memphis or charleston... all the cities where you can get a yall and a smile.
grandmothers come across the boulevards and remember when they were just streets, i want to walk with you when there were cable cars and i could be a gentleman caller instead of a misfit or a rifraf... that was way back when....
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