As she lay there trying to fall asleep, she looked up at the stars through the branches and quietly started to hum to herself, "I got my ticket for the long way 'round, two bottles of whiskey for the way. And I sure would like some sweet company, and I'm leavin' tomorrow, what do ya say..." As she finished the verse, a slow tear made its way down her cheek. "Hang on, Rosie. I'm coming home."Creative Commons (CC) Attribution