A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four. The Hindley Street parade shuffles to my door. The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn. Twenty-five in thirty days makes this room feel
Song Joanne - Lady Gaga. Take my hand, stay Joanne. Heaven's not. Ready for you. Every part. Of my aching heart. Needs you more. Than the angels do. Chorus. Girl. Where do you think you're goin
