Could be the one, could be tonight. A love that would feel so right. You look in his eyes, he pours the wine. They shine in the candlelight. . It's easy to laugh, easy to smile.
Oh, I know, I'm gonna tell you about. Eastern Mountain Appalachian Roadside Modern Art. . Well, I'm gonna drive to West Virginia. Buy myself a shack. Put my good car in the front yard.
I see you dreaming by the ocean window. I hear you breathing like the waves upon the shore. The tide is turning on your time of sorrow. You will never be so lonesome any more.
Riding out into the night. You know why and where to go. She can't wait to roll you right. She called you up and told you so. . Feel the wind now as it cleans away your past.
I respect what you can do. But I'd say the same about a gun. Depends which side of you they see. Some feel safe and some will run. . There's so much fight you keep in store.
Case closed, I was certain in my youth. God knows, I had my scientific proof. In my mind, I thought I saw the truth. I never looked beyond my lenses. Never saw that it was you.
I've got you right beside me. But you've got him on your mind. But I said I would drive you. 'Cause I've got time on my side. . See I don't want to get there.
Someone said it was suicide. His empty chair is all we see. Not that anyone knew him well. But he sat behind me. . Now they come with the questioning.
There's no far away, there is no more far away. So these dreams of the Wild West will lead us astray. There is no more far away. . When the war had gone on too long.
Truer words were never spoken. You picked them up when you were young. Maybe woven in a story. That goes back to where you're from. . Truer words were never spoken.
When you love somebody. And they dick you around, say. Well, doesn't that really suck?. When you love somebody. And they dick you around. Well, doesn't that really suck?.
I was doing my laundry, baby. I thought I'd do my new jeans too. Yeah, I was doing my laundry. I threw my new blue jeans in too. . And when the spin and rinse was over.
I love your sense of humor. I love to see you smile. I love your sense of balance. I love your sense of time. . I love your music in the morning. Your rhythm in the night.
"Can I have another quarter?" he said.. "What?". "Can I have another quarter?". "Why?" she said.. "Uh, I dropped it," he said.. "Sure," she said, and she handed him another quarter..
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.
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.
Winter was gray in my small town sky. When Sarah came back with a smile. Some things just brought her around this whole world. Back to our hometown main street mile.