Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Ride and seek for wisdom's home
I try to make a living by fishing for bones
Climb the peak alone
My will is weak ingrown
Shine my shoes with business tones
I call on my own until we're home
Spineless creature roams
Through the desert on my backbone