home morning

"Down by the riverside motel, it’s ten below and falling. By the 99 cent store, She closed her eyes and started  swaying. But it’s so hard to dance that way, when it’s cold and there’s no music. Oh your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head there’s a record that’s playing a song called hold on, hold on, you gotta hold on. Take my hand, standing right here, you gotta hold on." 

-Tom Waits

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