How's your trip going, Elmo?
Such are the hills and valleys we all must climb.
Mask. Perry Street.
Just keep repeating...
Yes, my hat is quite fancy.
I don't remember asking for it, but somehow we are the chosen ones.
In spite of numerous warnings, here we are.
Who doesn't love a little roadside motel intimacy?
Once home, always home.
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love.