Bottoms Up for Professor Truck

I just finished a new song, "Lost Souls." It's somewhere between the romanticised sit-com utopia of the Cheers Theme song and the depressive alcoholism of The Replacements "Here Comes a Regular." Whitney should be singing it, and maybe the next time he comes to New Jersey, he can lend me his larynx.

Also, please note I found the string section of my synth program. Strings! They seem fitting.

Lost Souls

All you lost souls, all you lost souls, come in, come in--

come out of the rain, repent your sins.

All you angels, chained to demons, come in, come in--

it does not matter where you've been.

See the light behind the bottles,

find yourself an empty stool,

make a pile of your dollars,

and then you know what to do.

It's hard to make your way,

in the world today,

when everybody knows your name.

And there's no one left to blame.

A faded photo in your wallet.

You, your ex, and the dog.

Maybe someday soon you'll call her,

maybe when the leaves start to fall.