i will try, and try i might.

i had missed riding on the motorcycle, and so he took me home tonight, through austin streets.

and he asked me strange questions.

so i gave him stranger answers.

but at least i know, i have a great friend.

allright, i'm off to paris.

i was planning on telling a bit more of the story before leaving the country, but you just goin' hafta wait.

know that i had a good night of whisky and boys that matter and motorcycles.

know that i have a long flight tomorrow.

know that i'll be back eventually, and hopefully.

remind me to tell you about my dream.