Jolene by Dolly Parton except it’s playing downstairs while you’re laying up in the loft of a cabin listening to the thunder and rain hitting the roof tiles above you
The best and only song for the night before my quarter-century birthday.
Driving alone, following your form Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn Remember me love, when I’m reborn As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
Moami 