I can see it now.....as the last rays of the setting Sun paint the walls a burnt orange, he sits alone in his den, the fourth martini almost gone, and a single tear slowly making the journey from the corner of his weathered eyelid, across a wrinkled skin that speaks of age and experiences, to the edge of his god-knows-where-it's-been mouth.
"Memmmmmories, light the CORNNNNers of my minnnnnddddd
Misty water-colored memmmmmories of the way we WERRRRRRRRRRRE"
Seven months!
I can see it now.....as the last rays of the setting Sun paint the walls a burnt orange, he sits alone in his den, the fourth martini almost gone, and a single tear slowly making the journey from the corner of his weathered eyelid, across a wrinkled skin that speaks of age and experiences, to the edge of his god-knows-where-it's-been mouth.
"Memmmmmories, light the CORNNNNers of my minnnnnddddd
Misty water-colored memmmmmories of the way we WERRRRRRRRRRRE"