These little acts of make believe Come easily like charity I need it when the sun begins to set Would you believe it’s my first time? My first time living this here life On planet earth, or what you wish to call it? I even made a few friends…

I’ve been lonesome and forlorn One fine day I shall be yourn Crossing rivers mountain thyme I need to see my dear Caroline I need to see Caroline Caroline once called my name Held my hand and looked my way Tied my gifts with sisal twine…

My ghost was hiding deep in the book stacks He get mistaken for hat racks Gets toppled onto the floor My ghost lives on the edge of the sidewalk It doesn’t matter how I talk It’s just the same as it was But you know how it goes It…

My ghost was hiding deep in the book stacks He get mistaken for hat racks Gets toppled onto the floor My ghost lives on the edge of the sidewalk It doesn’t matter how I talk It’s just the same as it was But you know how it goes It…

I’ve been lonesome and forlorn One fine day I shall be yourn Crossing rivers mountain thyme I need to see my dear Caroline I need to see Caroline Caroline once called my name Held my hand and looked my way Tied my gifts with sisal twine…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

Everything is fine The liquor and the wine Were intended to last us till springtime But check under the bed Or the cabinet by your head And I think you will like what you find there Or at least you’ll like it by the time we’re through…

These little acts of make believe Come easily like charity I need it when the sun begins to set Would you believe it’s my first time? My first time living this here life On planet earth, or what you wish to call it? I even made a few friends…