Green world, love the chloroform Front porch in the thunderstorm Controlled chaos, confused energy Stop reading the weather charts Stop counting the
Mrs. Callahan, is Paul Michael home I can see the light on in his room Mrs. Callahan, is he all alone You say he needs to change his attitude Can he
I started out in search of ordinary things How much of a tree bends in the wind I started telling the story without knowing the end I used to be darker
There's sap in the trees if you tap 'em There's blood on the seas if you map 'em Christian, if you see your poppa Tell him I love him He taught me
Somewhere between the wind and the dove Lies all I sought in you And when the wind just dies, when the wind just dies And the dove won't rise From your
Too many birds in one tree Too many birds in one tree And the sky is full of black and screaming leaves The sky is full of black and screaming And one
She lay beside me like a branch from a tender willow tree I was as still, as still as a river could be When a rococo zephyr swept over her and me She
I had a thought just then Nearly did me in But I called and said 'no' Just to make it go This is the crude discipline That keeps me running A honeycomb
I looked all around It was not written down And so I'll tell you now I will always love you My friend Now I'm not saying we're cut from the same tree
where did our dreams all go? if you touch me you could let me know like the storm breaks for a rainbow we watched while love disclosed white forever (?)
Working through death's pain Last night I swear I felt your touch Gentle and warm The hair stood on my arms How, how, how? Show me the way, show me
It's time to put God away Damnin' the children Makin' the ill just a little more sick It's time to put God away (I put God away) This is the end of
The leafless tree looked like a brain The birds within were all the thoughts and desires within me Hoppin' around from branch to branch, or snug in their
When you leave, I go into our room And lay me down on birds of paradise It's pretty womanly in here! Roses noting every move Nothing goes on except what
I'd like to touch you, but I've forgotten how And said I didn't need you, but look at me now Sometime in the summer when we're lying in the breeze The
The wheel has turned one full circle Time for my meal of wood To make my home lord In a stable spoke lord Inside a turning wheel would be good To make
Some people are a sickness on this land They're killing, they're taking, they're stealing Whatever they can Anything, anything, anything that is not
