I left your house this morning About a quarter after nine Coulda been the Willie Nelson Coulda been the wine When I left your house this morning It was
First thing, we'd climb a tree And maybe then we'd talk Or sit silently And listen to our thoughts With illusions of someday Casting a golden light No
You are everywhere, within and without Where it don't matter what we used to do now Where I feed my people when I get behind the plow When I write the
I don't wanna look for words I don't wanna work that hard I want your song in my head The way you sing it from the heart, yeah Whenever I get lost, whenever
Is it a mean streak, you'd swear, you'd swear? We never seen a stranger 'round here Is it the way the dust clings to the air But you'd swear, you'd swear
Twelve men broke loose in seventy-three From Mill haven maximum security Twelve pictures lined up across the front page Seems the Mounties had a summertime
When the drugs hit you Tingly begins Conviction plus tone equals hope Under the threat of separation The nadir's fluorescent The shriek of a gull Suspended
Country day, a day in the unknown A gentle breeze gently blown, country day Country day, another day in the unknown I can feel it in my bones, country
The reactor's down, I guess for labor day today It's the first day I ain't seen great plume of steam From across the lake, from across the lake Hey, that
I've been interpreted and shrunk I've been as touchless as a drunk This is as bad as or worse, as bad as or worse This is as bad as or worse, as bad
Got a window-washer's head for an unmakeable bed For loneliness the past is no place to Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a
In the ulcerating silence, perspective comes The way it always does, for it's ransom So randomly, somebody calls The phone rings and it brings Niagara
We were a blown out of wicked proportions An accidental company If we said, we're gonna go out and get all tore up tonight Then we did, we got a little
It's only human to want To inhabit every feeling you've got And more often than not Let's take it to the nth degree Here he goes Gimmie ten bucks and
I remember a girl on her cellphone Surrounded by her friends Eyes flickering, she's trying To smother a smile in her hands Is it someone for us Someone
There's a cannon shooting coconut cream 40 gallons in a steady stream There's a cannon shooting coconut cream 40 gallons in a steady stream It's wing
He was a coal miner in the spring Blinded with it's dusty resolutions Broke his back for higher contributions Now he'd take anything Well, she was 1970
Here's a glue guy, performance god A makeshift shrine, a newly lain sod Hardly even tryin', gives the nod I sure hope I'm not the type to dwell Hope
