I only write songs I can stand to sing.
Words on a page don’t mean a thing.
And if it don’t add up, you got reason to doubt:
Magic’s what happens when the math runs out.

King for a day. Queen for a night.
Princess for an afternoon. Prince until the light.
High brow low brow, high horse low.
Down & out for now but rising slow.

It’s open season. Take aim.

(11/3/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)