January 27
In hindsight, you're gonna wish you were here;
You keep scratching at the old paint,
But the wood is still there—
And the room is still there.
The Long Winters, Hindsight
Bob Montgomery
In hindsight, you're gonna wish you were here;
You keep scratching at the old paint,
But the wood is still there—
And the room is still there.
The Long Winters, Hindsight