I. Sailing down  hometown

sailing home:

In the mornings the girls have disappeared

(from the streeets) I can not tell why that is,

but  it is so.

For the better I guess, Oh sure.

I discussed it in the wee

hours, rainy too, with Toni,

the old time  boxer,

how to prevent

sub solar plexus blows

because that one struck

me down for a sec.

Me on the road again.

How I love it!

And all the beating for

a woman I do not even love.

Spell out jealousy to me!


(another proof for John Mayer knows what the fuck he’ s doing comes it to the guitar!