RIP Bob.

#RIP

Thanks for all the music.

Now what's to be found, racing around
You carry your pain wherever you go
Oh, full of the blues trying to lose
You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know

I give you my eyes, all of their lies
Please help them to learn as well as to see
That capture a glance, oh, and make a dance
Of looking at you, looking at me

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a lie that could almost be true
Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light
Goin' around, that's what I'm gonna do

Goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do
Turnin' around, that's what I'm gonna do
Goin' back home that's what I'm, I'm gonna do
You've done better by me than I've done by you