Everything is open
Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to Ocean
Oceans tide you home
Home is where your heart is
But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges
Never to return
Watching bridges burn
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood hollow and of no use
waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you

Hogan's, exactly one week ago.