I feel exhausted, mentally and physically. I rush but I don’t go anywhere. There has been going on so much around me. Fort the first time in my life I doubt that the good ones always prevail. I’ve seen ellbows fly, people kicking their way up. Make no mistake: I do believe there’s a god. I just doubt he’s always on watch.
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I’d sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
He’d tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown
What keeps me going is Astrid and Mikko.
I believe.