was the man of your mother?s dreams. In the summer of ?87 your brother went to heaven. He drowned down in the quarry. At least that was your parent?s
It?s off to work for you my love with a kiss good good-bye. I?ve packed you lunch. Watch you drive down the street. Making sure you really leave. Then
rings could never take my savior?s love. When your forty hours this week are through, and there?s no one to drive you home. And June?s skies are clear
Dove in a tree above David and me. ?Just Point and squeeze,? I am whispering. Watch her spin towards the ground. Crimson! But I?ve only hit her wing
you if this trigger doesn?t stick you are through. Far greater men have gone quite insane waiting for the day they die with little hope and little life, so it?s
lines. I?ll smile and I?ll smile. The greatest of arches point inward. The tallest towers stand on their own. There is no beauty in independence. There?s
I tried to stay awake waiting for your call, but when it finally came I?d already gone to sleep. Answering machine had already picked up. It was set
My darlings eyes shame the skies. The sea grew jelous of their gaze, and raging waters cannot be calmed by a lovely face or a woman?s charm. They pulled
There is a layer of clouds between me and you, that block out the sun, a thousand ways to break my heart, but I?m stuck on one. Shotgun my pleas to heaven
am free, In mind, In body. So don?t ask; I won?t tell. Just read the insert of the c.d. in the player because the player?s got it figured out, with
Your blessings are flowing like words from a poets mouth. Each blessing, lovingly, scripted into my life like words, set for best effect. My life is
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It?s the day before August and summer is waning. It?s festival weekend and it?s just started raining. It?s one more reason to hate this state, with its
on the way. I got no job and this guitar won't pay me quite enough. I'm looking for ravens like Eliza did. But the skies as empty as my pockets. It's
Sweetest Jesus, I am so tired. I want to close my eyes and wake up next to You. I?m dreaming of those golden streets. I?m dreaming of those pearly gates
love with each coast for a reason. These reasons so rooted I can?t choose between them. No. Pacific?s coast is so open. You ain?t seen it?s waters; you
Wrap my heart in cellophane and stick in the freezer for a later date, whoa. Later on in life when we've grown apart I'll thaw it out and stick it on
Sunshine. Sunshiney day. My lover, she ran away. The note left on the table read, ?I won?t be back unless I?m dead because I hate this place. P.S. I hate
