Dear friends. You are angels and drunks. You are Magi. Old friends. You stuck a pin in the map I was in. And this is a note from the roadside. Cutting the breaze of this Tennessee sundown. Came the sound of the voices I know. I've been pondering trees. On the steeliest come-down. And now in the moment I'm home. I've got bluster enough. For the sails of a clipper. And the truth never frays a good yarn. But it struck me to say. While so far away. You were with me today. You are here in my head. In my heart. Dear friends. You are angels and drunks. You are magi. Old friends. You stuck a pin in the map I was in. And you are the stars. I navigate home by