Her feet are all covered with tar balls and scars. . .
Oh hello Brushfire Fairytales... it has been awhile. This just happens to be a song from my all time favorite Jack Johnson album. Listening to it takes me back to summers between Kansas and Texas, climbing into railroad cars, running around barefoot and having an epic mud fight that landed us in some trouble
...soaking up those last moments of childhood while trying to figure out how to grow up at the same time.