FROST – “Dreaming”

I don’t know if I’ll make it back home tonight

We’ve all been there. The sun is coming up on the horizon and you are barely hanging onto your last shred of sanity as your bruised palms tug at your shoulder cloth, sweat pooling in the crevices of your battered harp. If you can just focus long enough to play 2 more songs you should have enough change to catch the next train home. And be in bed at last.