Hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining low, I'm so lonesome I could cry.

Falling hurts least those who fly low

It sounds like we are at the tip of the iceberg. Maybe that is low.

Sometimes, you got lot of time for others, yet, sometimes, you need others to lend you some. Otherwise, you might feel lonesome! Lonesome! I Loaned some...

And I fly planes all the time. And helicopters.

From midnight to 4 a.m., we recorded about 2 inches of rain and over a half-inch more from then until 8 a.m..