Jack of Harts

We had everything we wanted back then. Me, Julie, and Alex. We were life rich and money poor. We could sing what we wanted, play what we wanted, and go where we wanted. Our guitars were a little beat up, our trucks were a lot old, and we usually couldn’t afford more than one motel room. Assuming we weren’t just sleeping in the truck. But we were masters of our own destinies. We were living the dream. Part of me wishes we’d never woken up.