Emotionally preparing for another double tomorrow.

Emotionally preparing for another double tomorrow.

Rocking some fabulous wind tunnel hair while waiting for the Metro in Washington DC.

Rocking some fabulous wind tunnel hair while waiting for the Metro in Washington DC.

I can feel it in the rotten air tonight
In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face
In the weak last gasp of the evening’s dying light
In the way those eyes I’ve always loved illuminate this place

Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell
Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell
I will walk down to the end with you
If you will come all the way down with me