No Compromise

Here it is. Just like this and we can say it is as we want it to be, but it really is like this. We can hold out. We have it within us that we can do this, and we are not too old, and I will do it too. She’s so pretty, and they have all, already, been. It’s no better or worse, but I don’t need to settle. I wish my rough friends were here drinking whiskey with me tonight, except for now I am watching guys drinking whiskey and enjoying their friends, and it takes me back home. Where are you? And, why don’t you call? And, can we do it all again sometime soon, in St. Louis, or parts further to the southeast? I think it will all make it back to me one day… all of the ways they move.