Echoes of a Late-Night Moon

Sixteen shoe picks and dreams in his head. West Coast nights and a one-man

band. Melodies caught fire, laid out by the dawn. More to the

song than a melody. Seattle streets, the radio hung low.

The way his worries whispered, "This is where you belong." Nashville called and,

oh, he answered that tune. Chasing the echoes of a late-night

moon. There's still calling, though he answered that tune.

Chasing the echos of a late-night moon. Kiss of steam, but the soul

still sings. Nashville called, gave him roots and wings. 69,