Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

Everyone is writing songs inside their heads Waking up from sleeping in their unmade beds I cleared out space in springtime to make room for the fall I wrote you words of kindness, but I won’t speak them at all The kudzu choked the hillside…

Tell 'em that we went out with a bang Please tell 'em that we went out with a bang Smiled and waved at everyone we met Shook hands with the utmost respect Came up with a cure for loneliness Ended all the west coast homelessness Sent another…

I’ll hit the road Tonight I suppose My eyes do a roll When you make your joke (why are you gonna hit the road? Are you mad at it?) I wanted to Be of some use Words in my mouth Cut my tongue out It’s not so bad This foreign land…

I am fed my daily bread and I get you my daily two it’s been said you have to lose So I put my foot in the other shoe It’s harder than it looks to be prolific It takes about half a book of songs I’ve written To make my brain split…