but i'll raise a glass now to you and me

Here I am.
At home.
Alone.
Just me and my suitcase.
Waiting. Thinking about the weekend. Listening to Hem, Mutual Admiration Society (thank you Mister Hislop), Butch Walker, and Ryan Adams...

You know me. You don't mind waiting. You just can't show me, but God I'm praying, That you'll find me, and that you'll see me, That you run and never tire. Desire.