This Uneven Thing - Alasdair Roberts

I go out walking early in the mornings You're probably sleeping or still hungover Quiet evenings reading in the twilight Of all the things that cross my mind

Monterey -The Milk Carton Kids Written by ：Kenneth Pattengale I can hear the road call I can hear the road Call out my name A journey made Mercy paid An o

The shatter of the bottles Would scare me somethin' awful as a kid My fear how it would harden And find a home in places that I hid I'd tear it down and run