Gonna walk to my meeting. Gonna listen to Gordon Lightfoot. Early morning rain, big steel rails, Canada when I was young and so was love…gonna walk slow and steady, gonna drift along the floodin’ river, gonna let the rain wash my hair and the music carry the memories. Gonna get a workout, and maybe some writing time all in one…gonna come home, have a little somethin’ somethin’ and do the work of the day. Saturday, you’re ok with me.