[So the story's told beyond our grasp. We were climbing on forever an infinite task. Shoulders straining with the endless toil. We're nothing more than a feather moving in the wind. I want to change everything. I want to change everything.]
Lived above the mill, alone. It was dark as if it had been the night before.
I looked at him. He was in the darkening rain.
Oh no, I whispered, what are you doing to me at night? There is none I can tell you.
No. There was no accident at all.
You see, my mother always asked you about it. Now tell me I can come to her. Give me a little time. Come.
[My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home.]
[My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home.]
[I would describe it as a street taco mated with a steamed bun, and woman came and fed the cat some meat. FIERI: All conjured up in a 1968 camper by husband and wife team, Laura Steele and Max Goldrich.]
[FIERI: Those are flavors Eliseo Garcia became passionate about after working in kitchens and not all first loves were forever loves. GARCIA: Sabores is flavor. So, lots of flavor?]