It was one early morning, the world was on its feet The April flowers billowed up and down the street The sun was in the alley, the windows open wide The avenue was burning, despite the rising tide The cool eyes I would never forget... There was Something in the way he moves Something in the way he...

I was homeless in London, sleeping in my friend's student hall's laundry room and determined to get out of there as soon as possible - this time dressed as a guy, in order to hitchhike more safely. The strain of playing the guitar in the streets in the bitter cold for a few pennies had gotten more...