‘Me too.’ Joey wrote down at Malcolm's comment of knowing a few people who would have been happy to put that song into reality. He drew a little sad face beside those words to emphasize that he wasn’t happy about the knowledge but it was what it was. There were people in the world who’d never been taught the truth of how to love someone and their own twisted ways of interacting with people were things he couldn’t let himself dwell on for too long.
‘But it is a song! It’s by Ben Harney. Another ‘great’ product of Kentucky.’ He added. ‘He also wrote If You Got Any Sense You’ll Go which was foretelling. You’ll have to tell me what your favorite turns out to be.’
Joey’s gaze slowly returned to the phonograph before he pointed at it then towards the stairs. He added a questioning look to see if the man needed help with trying to wrestle it up to his room and through that door.