Smokey mountains sing to me
I'm lost in rainy reverie
Oh how I wish I'd made the choice,
And how I long to hear your voice
As rain falls and my towels dry
And all I want to do is cry,
Not because I'm sad at all,
But rather that the world's so small.
Listening to: "Honey and the Moon" by Joseph Arthur. His voice haunts me.
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