So, yes, I know it’s September and not July, but this song does have a great lyric in it: My arms are empty and the moon is full.
It’s a sad, sad song, and don’t you agree that they ought to put warning labels on those sad country songs? I was thinking I might find an antidote in some Magic Mushroom Chocolate Pie, but apparently the key ingredients are just a tad difficult to find.
And I know I will feel better once I’ve had an hour or two out on the driving range watching the full moon come up.
Or then again, I might be more in the mood for Bat for Lashes . . .