Edward was lost in life... like smoke drifting along the ground. He was just getting by... playing his squeeze-box on the corners in the big city... ever restless. No one knows why, but one day he laid down his box and picked up a guitar. He swore he could hear it sing. He never believed in angels until he met Trace. He claims she saved his life. Now you’ll never find him without his guitar and his woman at his side.