Yours was the soul footsteps and breath and river all drone memories lash I trudge alone trails turned foreign paths unknown since I don't have you distant dog barking drifts by on the breeze emptiness crushes I fall to my knees…

Strung out from the high road Strung out from the pavement Listening to the echoes Of what my lover's saying East of Oklahoma West of Arizona South of Colorado And a thousand miles from nowhere I'm on the struggle bus Spend my mornings…

O I sing I hate the wind it keeps me from you people say I'm no good how can that be true and the day is cold and the leaves have turned and air is sour and the grass has burned a knife that's looking for a sheath but finds instead…

This song was created specifically as musical accompaniment for a hoofer (tap dancer), or in Boston speak, a "hoofa"

Mahogany dust, and grass in my lungs I pull myself to a higher run I’m chock full of maple I bring to the table A penchant to be so high strung What a friend for to have I’m not dead. I’m just sad. If you’re talking to me And you see…

Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too Sky keeps getting darker, the heat keeps rising too The dog hides neath the back porch I think he knows a thing or two There’s rain come from the ocean in the hills of Tennessee There…

Big drum tes. 20 mics in a church foyer.