Written for RPM 2009. My wife said "write me a song". Here it is.

I heard a story about you I didnt want it to be true But it felt like it might You, well it was all about you and how the things that you do Seem strangely undone And life doesnt help out the weak A lifetime tends to bring you some…

Musta been December cause the air mighty cold A family was moving in, further down the road They were not the colour of the others in the street All the kids were laughing at the trainers on their feet I was only young and so I guess I laughed…

Musta been December cause the air mighty cold A family was moving in, further down the road They were not the colour of the others in the street All the kids were laughing at the trainers on their feet I was only young and so I guess I laughed…

It aint like no ones done this before But how can you tire of beautiful chords In the fifties In Tenessee Where my love was born Two young men upped and crossed the yard both cold cos it was rainin hard. One of them turned said…

shame I make the same mistakes each time adding up, piling on this list of my crimes the biggest to the smallest weigh the same to me buried beneath of mountain with no hope of getting free holding on to my broken dreams shame I have no…

an older tune written for a long distance relationship this silence was laughter before this distance a warm embrace blank screen, cold kansas night don't worry my message is on its way i'm typing with fingers my fingers are arrows, flying…

there are literally 6 versions of this song that sound nothing like each other.