I don’t have the time
To drive down to San Francisco
The telephone’s too heavy in my hand
You seem like the kind
Who loves a bit too hard
And I haven’t the strength
For the battle
I don’t have the time
To drive down to San Francisco
The telephone’s too heavy in my hand
You seem like the kind
Who loves a bit too hard
And I haven’t the strength
For the battle
good one,
never give up…hard things coming to better option
Nice one
very good!
Poets never cease to amaze me with a few chosen words to convey so much. You’ve done it again, Miri. :-)
–Michael
thank you!