November 1963. Oklahoma City to Portland, Oregon.

She was going crazy. He was playing a word game.

Wish it was just something i MADE UP... (c) 2008 Royal T Music

OUT THERE SOMEWHERE Her eyes were blurry. Her face was painted Her hair was died black. Her purse was heave She said something. I asked her to repeat it She said, “Stop the car. I thot I could trust you.” I pulled it over and I waited…

Maia was from Georgia. The Georgia that was part of the the USSR. She drew pictures of her sisters. She lived on orange juice and tea. (Horns by my brother, John.) MEETING MAIA Where the tram stops in front of the Van Gough Museum, I waited…

(C) 2007 Royal T Music

Sometimes we get caught up in some romantic notion. Produced by Michael Jeffrey. All instruments played by Michael Jeffrey. (C) 2000 Royal T Music

Wish it was just something i MADE UP... (c) 2008 Royal T Music

It used to be me...what else can I say?

CHERRY LAUREL - James Michael Taylor - 081111 Dm C B A There’s nothing quite so slow to grow as a cherry laurel tree A fingerling beneath an old oak canopy Presented as a volunteer, that creek bank west of town One hundred yards from our…