Friday night.

Sonny came home to her favorite room
Sonny sat down in the kitchen
She opened a book and a box of tools
Sonny came home with a mission

She says days go by I am hypnotized
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Sonny came home with a list of names
She didn't believe in transcendence
It's time for a few small repairs she said
Sonny came home with a vengeance

She says days go by I don't know why I am hypnotized
I'm walking on a wireI close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Get the kids and bring a sweater
Dry is good and wind is better
Count the years, you always knew it
Strike a match, go on and do it

Days go by I'm hypnotized
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Light the sky and hold on tight
The world is burning down
She's out there on her own and she's alright
Sonny came home
Sonny came home...











I found this old tape that my mom made me on my 11th birthday. I'm listening to it and remembering all these old feelings and textures and dried autumn corn and the Phantom of The Opera. It's really a blast from the past, as the majority of my life has been lately.