Interlude

A memory of mischief, perhaps Of innocence, perhaps not Right, sweat and liquor will certainly not fill a heart But bittersweet love could blast through your wounds... Recall anything? Uh, maybe, yeah Whisper it in my ear As the cat alotted the train he was riding moments ago He was now reunited with his band of compadres, Friends and trusty noble gentlemen he called friends A merry bunch they were, on their way to a house party