One too many wasted sunsets
One too many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show
Deep Purple: Wasted Sunsets.
Who doesn’t know what I’m talking about
Who’s never left home, who’s never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone
Dixie Chicks: Wide Open Spaces.
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows
You’ve got no home in this world of sorrows
Bruce Cockburn: All our dark tomorrows.
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
these are just a couple of my cravings
everything it seems I like’s a little bit stronger
a little bit thicker
a little bit harmful for me.
Rufus Wainwright: Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk.