Cut-off jeans, your eyes shining in the sun You were looking for a good time, I was looking for "The One" Crazy dreams, when hours never seemed too late You believed in lucky breaks and I believed in fate I thought the only love was true…

Walking in your footsteps Can't see the world around me Just a pace behind I might as well be blind Standing in the darkness Nothing left to guide me No footing I can find The stairs, they start to wind I might as well be blind The…

I don't know Where it comes from Or where it goes Just wait until it shows You can't hold it Too long Then it's gone The air off the water The fire in your soul A lucky man's daughter Come in from the cold I keep my heart open…

O my brother Where did you go? Down to the river To beg for your soul? Did anyone see you? Did you go there alone? What did you offer For one of their stones? O my brother Is there any way out? Of the deal they offered? Did they leave…

who spies butterflies as they flutterby butterflies better hide as prying eyes rely on light to spy

You sent me light years away to have a look at a cartoon dog and a two dimensional pancake. I'm cold and sick of being motion sick.

Written remotely via an iPod from my couch, since the space heater was on, and I didn't feel like walking five steps to the computer. Oh -- I need to come up with some deep philosophical meaning to the song. Right. Humans are trying to communicate…

it is quite a feat to open up your eyes and feast off some real sunlight hope be the stars I see a phantom me but night is gone blind pilot I'll hitch a ride set this thing to overdrive mind pirate mine drifts with the tide…

The shrinking violet withdrew too much and turned itself inside out.

a path of light to forever flowing forth like a stream a path of light I remember cutting me off from the dream your dawning day has come your hands been raised to overtake the sun the doorbell has been chimed you must now awake man there…