What did we give away for the things we have? I don’t see any place I haven’t been before But the faces I hold in my mind when I’m drifting off to sleep Are as free as anything could be When all the dollar stores have vanished in the flood…

Horizons, beyond the edges between what we can see and not see, what we know and don't yet know.

Im phoning this one in Ive flown in tougher winds But im tired and I have to flip Over my whole house to be sit Upon by a gracious friend Who will stay here to sit my pet Who, when house and pet have been sat Will collect a tidy sum at…

O I sing I hate the wind it keeps me from you people say I'm no good how can that be true and the day is cold and the leaves have turned and air is sour and the grass has burned a knife that's looking for a sheath but finds instead…

Mahogany dust, and grass in my lungs I pull myself to a higher run I’m chock full of maple I bring to the table A penchant to be so high strung What a friend for to have I’m not dead. I’m just sad. If you’re talking to me And you see…