“ When you find yourself alone. When you call her place and it rings and nobody’s home. The last thing you remember is the first thing she forgets. Where are you gonna go now? I think it’s starting to snow now. We’re not so young anymore. I think we’re starting to get old now…” Hits hard, especially since my recent breakup. Voice love, Counting Crows, because renditions like this marvelous rendition of round here is beautiful painful healing. Thank you for adding it Barely out of Tuesday
Thank you for posting this. I wasn't familiar with this rendition of "Round Here." It is phenomenal.
“ When you find yourself alone. When you call her place and it rings and nobody’s home. The last thing you remember is the first thing she forgets. Where are you gonna go now? I think it’s starting to snow now. We’re not so young anymore. I think we’re starting to get old now…”
Hits hard, especially since my recent breakup. Voice love, Counting Crows, because renditions like this marvelous rendition of round here is beautiful painful healing. Thank you for adding it Barely out of Tuesday
Reminds me of the goat that sits atop the OC Fair stadium concert venue.
Best version. 🐈