Her eyes, she's on the dark side.

They're all so beautiful in the glare of the fire. Sogoddamnbeautifulandloudandhappy.

Not I. I'm content to be the soundtrack of this scene, because I ain't beautiful like them.

The smoke blows in my eyes and I falter on notes, but nobody noticed or cared. Puff, puff, pass.

Pass the bottle, tell your worst day. Pass the bottle, tell your best day.

They all pass out, soon enough.

I'm still awake and I'm still playing, for nobody. Look past the fire into the forest, challenge to coyotes to show themselves. Cracklepop.

Take a swig. Or a sip. What's the difference?

I'll sit here and play all goddamn night. And this fire won't go out.