Ellie

Here in my angry Saloon, I play this mad game, does it do me any good, shadows make strokes, across the dirty panes, why shocked I'm broke, chords of a twangy hue, shift my guitar play, orange beats the gloom, down this long road, they say loss is gain, tell to him who chokes, But I still hold a tune, across wooden tables, seeping through perfume, I'll never be done, with him off the rails, but there's always one, due north are the Dunes, lying over the lake, what happens to truth, does it make waves?