I asked you a question I didn't need you to reply Is it getting heavy? And then realize It's getting heavy Well I thought it was already as heavy as can
Please, remember me Happily By the rosebush laughing With bruises on my chin The time when We counted every black car passing Your house beneath the hill
“Take me again," she said, thinking of him “To the pond with the swans and the swimming" Far from his room the familiar perfume How it left her aware
I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God
Midnight, and her eyes Hide like kittens, new and wet Mine are sinning hands On her lying on my bed The river still may rise Wild and water take us both
There's a woman hater with a broken record player And a dusty compass off to map the country's new behavior Strange words and we all roll back into the
“There’s no way to temper your thirst With lasting impressions or pictures of home There’s no way to grow that don’t hurt” She growled from the station
Curiosity far greater than the fear It felt so simple, so prodigious, at the same time Incredible things are happening in the world Magical things are
Black dog bit through the keeper’s chain Small and angry when the Devil came Sold my soul like a pocket knife There was no moon, there’ll be no milk as
Hard light, take the wings of the winter Song bird, they were strong hands that held her Miles above ground, we can’t see you now Morning took the reins
Oh, I've just come from the land of the sun From a war that must be won in the name of truth With our soldiers so brave your freedom we will save With
Darling behave, though your boy is gone, or so we’ve heard I feel you would rise if it was a song who’d say these words Summer comes with its color all
Jenny was gone and the moon blooms all shining As we dragged our panic up and down the riverbed Sweating wild and weird in our Sunday clothes Jenny was
Homeward, the new road meanders Washed out, the old road asks, 'What did I bring?' Flowers, a verse about springtime Perchance, in the tree line, she'
He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill She'll never love him but knows that her father will Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle But
God made the automobile to pass all the pretty girls The smoke by the side of the road, the blues lovin' boys in tow To drive to the end of the day and
Dreamless sleep will fall like a deep, poisoned well On the steeple birds and this red-light hotel So lay your pistol down, Granny The company men never
To my dearest forsaken Who the earth now has taken Empty, the bottle drains no more It is true that I loved you Despite the harm that I own you Wash
