Note to self: don't change for anyone - Ryan Adams

If I had a reed made of lightning I could blow the sax all night... I don't know where one would acquire a reed made of lightning but I would imagine that Bill Clinton has one.

There's something in the way she eases my mind
And lays me across the bed till I close my eyes.
Stirs me in the morning till I can't ever be satisfied.
I leave Carolina every night in my dreams,
Like the girls that try to love me that I only leave.
Rock me like a baby doll and hold me to your chest,
But I'm always moving too fast.

I feel just like a map
Without a single place to go of interest
And I'm further north than south
If I could shut my mouth
She'd probably like this.