The night is young, but not that young, because it’s the Pacific Northwest.
My inspirational song of angst is currently Walter Reed.
I’m the walking wounded
I’d say it to your face
But I can’t find my place
So tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight
Baby, I’ve lost the will for fighting
There’s a few things I gotta say
Make no mistake, I’m mad,
‘Cause every good thing I’ve had
A sad and lonesome me.