(Alternative title: After Dinner Whiskey Hour Music.) We were driven in from the Great Outdoors some time ago by a passing thunderstorm and its associated pelting rain... not to mention God's Own Light Show, which was (and still is) pretty intense. Things were pretty fine up until the rain moved in... which is to say we were enjoying a welcome cooling after the heat of our day, said heat being oppressive indeed. This is a piece part of what we were listening to as we sipped our after-dinner whiskey:
And now you know what I'm on about with the post title. Time was when the sentiments expressed in the lyrics were something I could own. Hell, several times, if we were to take the time to count... because there have been more than a few "leavings" in our life, both on my part and hers. It goes without sayin' it's much easier to leave than it is to be left. Always.