Sam Cooke

Sam Cooke came over during lunch and we took a walk through the back alleys at work.  November and the sun followed us along, asked us to stay a minute longer, took us to the edge of town and wouldn't let us back in.  And we were sittin' in the sun, counting those greenbacks on the trees.  Sam sang Someday, Somewhere, like I'll never forget.  That's where it's at.