Jay Ashby Is Simply A Great Musician!

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

Somewhere In A Burst Of Glory / Sound Becomes A Song.

I Have My Books And My Poetry To Protect Me

Couple In The Next Room Bound To Win A Prize, They've Been Going At It All Night Long.