It's where I am, it's where I go When I need to be alone Or find someone I'll sift sand and souls And telephone poles Stretched on this lonely stretch
View, a different view I'm quite through Think I'll go outside and run around 'Til I fall down But my feet are bound But I look around me Tall shadows
It's dusk, y'know? It's a purple sky, cold air, woodsmoke, pinestraw smell I really like you, can we play tomorrow? I really like you, can we play tomorrow
Grab your heart We need to leave There's no time to cry or grieve For the fallen family tree Rise above the flooding plain Crouching low to dark the
What's best to show? Testline, treasure trove Fountain, flood me, barmaid, this stings me I've spent years for the What's best to show? Testline, treasure
Over Prudence Hall we fall unassuming, quiet all Peaceful town square we float in on streams of air (If you take note don't stop and stare) White steeple
If I could see the western sky for the first time If I could hold that horizon in my hand If I could hold her close again before the wedding If I could
Grey sky, always in your eye Where is the girl behind the cloud? Grey sky, always floating by But I only peek when I'm allowed You welcomed me in and
If you have friends in Gloryland, Who left because of pain Thank God up there, they'll die no more They'll suffer not again. Then weep not friends
I lit a light on my gloom And now there's only a half-moon I need to find a way home On the moon to be alone And so we make our way Through the sand
Drops of rain, oh, the sun wants to break through April just wants her lazy Saturday New lovers peak from their nesting eves Some secrets to keep, they
Long days come alive I take it in through my eyes Long days of paper tigers They ate all the words of the wise Now my spirit and bones take me Straight
Wide awake I'm on a plane out of town Fly away from the weight Of the world on the ground I'm international But I don't know where to go Hopefully where
I write, fingers cut same blood as yours Can't make it flow but I know A stunted way to grow and I scream And the kettle screams, "I'm so sick of it
This is an atypical day (it's the State we're in): Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright like Spring. This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good
Free, exactly where I should be But, I admit sometimes I lie I lost the war but tried I tried every day, I tried to stay away And now I've some things
You talk tough to me and it makes me smile By the old church yard your feelings hide I know the reason and you won't say "If we grow too close, will you
Hello, goodbye Higher you fly Into the world I awoke this mornin' With pourin' rain in my heart As I fall apart today but you make your way And I'll