Relax, unfold, get comfortable my friend.
Just take her easy
This drive is long. Odessa’s passed and gone.
The wind is reeling
Empty roads always look so at peace.
Hear the dust crackle under my feet.
I can’t go on.
I want to go where it’s still,
and it’s quiet as a stone.
And every time, I’m alone,
I start selling all of my clothes.
And I don’t think, I’m lost,
I just don’t want to be here anymore.
I hope you don’t refuse, my love.
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023