Greetings from California! I managed to write this one with a borrowed ukelele (thanks to Erika) on the couch I’m staying on. It was 17 degrees when I left Atlanta yesterday and 70 when I landed here, so there’s a bit of longing for leaving in this song.

The sound quality is not quite as polished as the others – it’s all done on my phone, and I’m learning my way around how best to do that. There’s a little sound glitch early on, but the song comes through fine.

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Oh can you see my way
Out here across the bay?
Everyone comes out here to live
I used to comeeach year
Across the waters dear
Now it seems I have less left to give

I stay holed up in my shed
Like I left myself for dead

Can you get me out of there?
Where to?
I don’t care.

I cam from way up north
Packed my bags, I set forth
Headed down the Appalachian Trail
But still the winter’s cold
Or maybe I’m just old
I need a card to get me out of jail

I thought I had one somewhere
Maybe here or over there

Can you get me out of there?
Where to?
I don’t care.

I’m running out of space
I’m trying to save face
I’m looking for a way to get out of this place

I got my bags all packed for the trip
This is is a fact

Can you get me out of there?
Where to?
I don’t care.
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