Everyday is a Holly day

Another day in the hotel, hot just like a summer's day, just because it's a summer's day. Strong sun, just like a mighty god, who gaves live and death.  But inside, under the air conditioning, I'm so well. 

I'm sitting there playing guitar, singing old songs, talking with the audience, drinking fresh soda. Every song talk me about stories about my own life. There are songs I been playing since I was a young guy and still I feel things when I'm playing that songs. What can I say? Maybe I've never been so happy, despite some sadness that I carry with me. People say that you can have everything but not at the same time. Maybe the best is yet to come.