showtime.

Over the chatty crowd and between songs, even over the punk rock feedback coming from the vintage amps, I will sing a song to you.

I'm going to sing a song about you.
Everyone in the room will know who I'm talking about...because...before the song starts, I will stare you right in your beautiful blues, and shout, "This one is for you my love."
Everyone in the room will know exactly who I am talking about.

You are most beautiful and will be the brightest shining star in a galaxy full of burnouts and village whores. It will be our night to shine brighter than any individual in that room.

Let's not implode.