You're Gone E

You gone. I've got a hangover again. It's spring outside. How can I not go crazy? There's only one way out. I'm breathing in a bit of smoke. Oh, well. Let's move on. Buy a plane, straight to Amsterdam, Then to Cuba. It sounds a bit strange. I'm wearing a Panama hat, and rum will help Me relax in Havana's airs in the evening with A mulato in