Friday, December 25, 2009

Same old song , just a drop of water in an endless sea

all we do crumbles to the gound , though we refuse to see

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"But your thoughts will soon be wandering
the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
you just wish the trip was through
" Bob Seger and the silver bullet band - Turn the page