Bob,

"In the alleyways of midnight, shadows climb the walls
Playing trash guitar, while the night tumbles and falls
Cigarette smoke lingers, on the city streets so bare
Spinning songs of disillusion, with a heart in full repair"

MAGIC.

An amazing write.

The Perfect BAND.

Good vocal. Excellent mix.

This sounds like it could have come from one of Prine's middle era records (lettin' his Rock side out).

COOL stuff.

fj