I woke up alone inside some room I’d never seen before I slipped out in cold and rain crossed Merrimon a bit deranged And I could see myself reflected in the convex mirror glass And I could see myself in astral planes above the mountain pass…

I see my footsteps in the garden I hardly recognized the feet The ruddy clay in Carolina Impressions there in front of me The stalks above collecting daylight Conceal their mysteries down below For who I am I too traipse your garden If…

Half my life has settled into Time to try the things we never Make your mind up about it White third eye embroidered on the Waves wash out the water green and Serpentine the river bending And I’ve wasted half the night Counting cards…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

Everything is fine The liquor and the wine Were intended to last us till springtime But check under the bed Or the cabinet by your head And I think you will like what you find there Or at least you’ll like it by the time we’re through…

I’ve been lonesome and forlorn One fine day I shall be yourn Crossing rivers mountain thyme I need to see my dear Caroline I need to see Caroline Caroline once called my name Held my hand and looked my way Tied my gifts with sisal twine…

In my mind It’s clear as day The bells of Seeger Chapel play Some melody I’ve heard before in praise or to atone The trees give alms come autumn cold With leaves of gold and cardinal I know it’s not the place for me, but may I look around…

My ghost was hiding deep in the book stacks He get mistaken for hat racks Gets toppled onto the floor My ghost lives on the edge of the sidewalk It doesn’t matter how I talk It’s just the same as it was But you know how it goes It…

These little acts of make believe Come easily like charity I need it when the sun begins to set Would you believe it’s my first time? My first time living this here life On planet earth, or what you wish to call it? I even made a few friends…

(Song 3 this year) When you're younger, you're everything or so it seems Then you start becoming a ghost in the years between People say things about you like "He was always so nice" "Such a good guy" , "Such a shame" or " he always…

(Song 4) Hair net tossed on the table Name tag still pinned to my shirt Work boots wait on the front step but they might walk out on me too I've got no one left to care for No one left to hear my prayer Talking to the kitchen window…