Friday, March 19, 2010

bg/ish: Where Will We Be?

Leave the sun behind me
And watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I'm in perpetual motion
And the world below doesn't matter much to me

This time tomorrow, where will we be?

I know one thing. I won't be at work. That's all that matters to me.

Beautiful San Francisco days have returned. Warm nights. Hold please. Need to hit "Replay". The Kinks will get me through.

This is the weather for mashing. For laying in the park with someone loved. Or someone new. Or someone interesting. Cold beer. A cigarette.

This time tomorrow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Gotta love The Kinks.