Near river bend where the stream runs clear. One winter morning of a day last year. I heard a secret that I now can say. Concerning Jamie, who's past away.
She can't sleep for the dreams. That walk inside. Tear down the walls. Are standing still. She's seen the shadows. Drift and flow. Still can't make up her mind.
You must know someone like him. He's strong and tall and lean. His body like a greyhound. And his mind so sharp and keen. But his heart just like a laurel.
You're sweet, like a honey bee. But like a honey bee sting. You've gone and left my heart in pain. And all that's left is our favorite song. The one we used to dance to all night long.
Just across the sea, on this world so round. The sun's shining hot right now. And even though the winter still surrounds this town. I can still feel that sun somehow.
Must be more to this. than I'm seeing now. Or is it my eyes. can't tell why or how. Not exactly clear. something isn't right. Fell down on my head. Changing day to night.
from What You Whispered. ............................................... . I got such a mess between my ears. like dishes in the sink. Stuff I don't believe just tumbles in.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . In this terrarium lives a librarian. Spending her money at the grocery store. And there at the grocery store, out from the register.
Sacred, secret forest. Where the breeze smells sweet. Grateful to awaken from. A deep sleep, dreaming of. The river we have known. . And the River flows downstream.
Stronger than ever now in the broken places, stronger than ever now. Looking at the x-ray you cried in fear. To see the bones you walked upon were shattered.
If it wasn't for the night. So cold this time of year. The stars would never shine so bright. So beautiful and clear. . I have walked this road alone.
Time, this time. Finally the moment is mine. The crowd is wowed. I'm walkin' to the cannon so proud. . The cannon fills the spotlight. So shot me to the view.
The night I fell in sorrow. I knew I was alone. A dozen good time friendships. But my heart is still unknown. . I thought I saw your footsteps. In the sand along the shore.
DAVID WILCOX. HOT, HOT PAPA. . Well my friends all wished me a fare-thee-well. And I pop out the chute like a bat out of hell. Hot hot papa. Hot hot papa.
She wanted to move. She wanted to try something new. She wanted to live in San Francisco. In a place with a view. . She wanted the sound. She wanted the life all around.
Too tired to sleep. Too angry to pray. Too far down to get back up. Too lost to find my way. . And who knows what happened. I'm too confused to say. And too far gone to turn back now.
It's the choice of a lifetime, I'm almost sure. I will not live my life in between anymore. If I can't be certain of all that's in store. This far it feels so right.
from The Nightshift Watchman. ............................................... . I walk the High Hill tonight. It stands behind the town. It was golden in the autumn sky.
Theres a guitar here in the window. Id like to play before its sold. Its such a classic, mint condition. Great shape for one this old. . Now, all these axes have their stories.
I'm tired of all the jagged edges. That cut me every time you fall. And the pieces of your life. Come down around you. . I'm tired of all the worried voices.