Let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine
Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly
RIP Bob Weir
Let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine
Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly
RIP Bob Weir