Cleveland painting

WISH YOU WERE HERE WEATHER PERMITTING

WINE MANGLING THEIR WORDS

TOMORROW I’LL BE FASTER

WIND WILL COME SWEEP ME ALONG

I’LL PLAY ALONG

FOR YOUR SAKE

DON’T LET THOSE FOOTHOLDS START

RIDING THE BREAKS

DON’T GO TOO FAR

THROWING OUT MY ARMS

THE MEANING GOES PAST

LISTENING TOO FAST

I SAID ALL THE RIGHT THINGS

WON’T YOU COME OUTSIDE AND SEE

ALL YOU HAD TO SAY

RETHREAD YOUR NEEDLE