Mar 21
The single greatest Singer-Songwriter you've never heard of, Fred Eaglesmith.
Stumbling past your house baby at the break of the day I thought I saw your silhouette dancing cross the shade and I went down to the mission I called and called your name till an angel with a face like yours came down and let me in
I thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine in a bottle in the gutter in a window on the street in a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV I swear it was you staring back at me
