Wild Horses, by the Rolling Stones.
Had to put on the hat to sing about horses, and childhood living, and all the things that couldn’t tear me away.
This song, for whatever reason, takes me straight to a friend’s room on the lake, but we probably were still living across the street, and I can only guess that I heard this song on a tape there for the first time, even if that seems a little unlikely. But that’s where I am, complete with the sun streaming in and bouncing off the clay tiles.
Memories are weirdly specific like that.
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Added a guitar solo or two, because I like the changes.