The WorkBook - Main Street Seems So Lonely Now

The WorkBook - Where I’m Going Tonight, No One Can Ever Hurt Me

We’re at zero. Momentum wasted. Team scattered. Different pictures fill the frames. The same itch persists, hungry as ever, though slightly hesitant. Saturday. A decision. It’s all start-up, from here. Can’t see any finish line. Don’t want to. Let’s drift, you and I. Drift til we flip. Listening the whole way.