40 reasons why I often wonder Bought a girl who lead me on through the thunder and the rain Why don''t you ever hold me I don''t believe you told me
I was born in a dusty cloud. Fragile and frayed at the edge of sound. That's all that I am now. I was raised in a great expanse. Cradled and kept by
On a dark and cold and windy night A man left from his home Said I?m going to find my fortune father, Leave well enough alone. He took off on a silver
I make my money selling speakeasy gin defying logic and law every time the blind pig comes to take his cut he wears a sickly look on his jaw I know
I saw beauty above the clouds I was hiding behind the station People lined up on every block came to witness the coronation In the hush of the night
I am not like those before me standing in a suit Now I face what stands before me And I'm singin' and I'm searchin' Singin' and I'm searchin' for the
I hope I find a noble death and avoid an angry trigger I guess I'll find my ripe old self or at least that's what I figure The sour breath of a disappointed
make yourself at home we've been expecting you we've been waiting for you to arrive black and white images circling you and tracking the light from
I was a man with a plan and I landed in New York City I found a world that that unfurled an taught me the meaning of haste I found a well healed girl
In the hour before the devil finds I've died I'll move slow as my ending descends from the pines Because I couldn't stop for death She kindly stopped
There?s a light in the kitchen, somebody?s home A woman is sleeping, a man sits alone Alone, all alone. Then comes the dawning Then comes the morn The
Samuel Aging Spalding was from Spokane Right around the corner from the church Just above his temples he was balding Hear him pray, hear him pray You
Counting hours in a place that doesnt have a name There were thousands who were laid to waste But no one who could take his place The Ohio River bank
It?s a good song, playin on the radio It?s a fine fine day, I tell you cause I think it?s so. It?s a good life that comes upon ya now and then. And I
Laughing bright eyed in the grass I smelled your scent as your body passed dreading Monday at Sunday noon you''ll be returning here none too soon The
With baited breath and open arms I passed the gates of an old junkyard It was a truck farm with crops of trucks I laid down cash and I picked one up
Steppin' out on the great lawn in the new green shoots of a crop There was a wind in the wild rough grasses and a broad swelling heat when it stops Standin
