Sometimes you're the windshield. Sometimes your the bug.

“The drinking dens are spilling outThere's staggering in the squareThere's lads …”

“There's so many different worlds, so many different suns. And we have just one …”

“There should be laughter after pain, there should be sunlight after rain, these…”

“I’m a maker of ballads right prettyI write them right here in the streetYou can…”