Will You Love Me In December As

I'm Right There, Swimming The River Of Hardships But I Know How To Swim.

Sure Baby, Mañana. It Was Always Mañana. For The Next Few Weeks That Was All I Heard––mañana A Lovely Word And One That Probably Means Heaven.

I Didn't Know What To Say. I Felt Like Crying, Goddammit Everybody In The World Wants An Explanation For Your Acts And For Your Very Being.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

You Guys Are Going Somewhere Or Just Going?