#l.a. freeway

Oh Susanna, don't you cry, babe

Love's a gift that's surely handmade

We've got something to believe in

Don't ya' think it's time we're leavin'

If I can just get off of this LA freeway

Without getting killed or caught

I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke

Oh Susanna, don’t you cry, babe

Love’s a gift that’s surely hand made

We have somethin’ to believe in,

Don’t you think it’s time we’re leavin’?

Guy Clark (1941-2016)

And that old time feeling limps through the night on a crutch Like an old soldier wonderin' if he's paid too much And that old time feeling rocks and spits and cries Like an old lover rememberin' the girl with the clear blue eyes

And that old time feeling goes sneakin' down the hall Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall