We cross. The road narrows. It turns to gravel. We park outside a house. The sign tells us we're in the right place, but the door is locked. So we wait. The air smells fresh, like a Utah trout stream. A noise catches our attention … it's a bird chirping. We haven't heard ...
We cross. The road narrows. It turns to gravel. We park outside a house. The sign tells us we're in the right place, but the door is locked. So we wait. The air smells fresh, like a Utah trout stream. A noise catches our attention … it's a bird chirping. We haven't heard ...
Part of the first verse: "She was washing the dishes/When she burst into tears/It was her time of the month/She was up to her ears". The man goes on to comfort his woman as well as he can, saying at the end of the chorus: "She's lucky she doesn't have to shave/I'm so ...