From my kitchen window, I spy Buddy. Where did his mother go? I wonder over tea and toast and honey, It is 3am, he is in his PJ's talking to his cats
I'm not sure who to confide in any more about you. Nobody can say. Nobody can explain from here - where to? I want to protect you. I want to kill this
Trying, trying not to loose my load. Wondering, wondering which is the best way to go. We still don't know. We still don't know. My boss, she's always
Late night wedding bells and all the world is quiet and asleep. I don't know you that well and you sure as hell do not know me. I seem like a little self
Storeman, your eyes all watery white. "Another long long night?" and you say "Be careful riding that boy's bike in the dark." "Don't worry, I'm not going
You think I'm no good because I've got A boy back at home who i happen to love. Yes indeedy-dee i do. What good does that make me to you? Go ahead, call
Factory by five, and as the morning hits, she's working a double-split shift, the boss says "Hope you don't mind" in a hand-written note placed in the
I built a riverboat for you, and called her Old Joelene for you. And I sat in the bough of the boat and waited for a sign from you. But the water said
Once a starry picking night I fell into your arms like a lover lost of all her charms, and the moon it stood like salt, fell out of the sky like snow
Monday comes and Wednesday flies, cause on Saturday, yeah on Saturday I fly. See you later, see you soon. You said you'd wait and I do believe you. C'
My friend Nick was made up of coloured bits That he shot to the stars and left in a trail That was our friend Nick, who grinned like a lunatic And talked
We were living in a treehouse In the middle of the 'burbs. We've got two kids now - he says he wants a third. Well, I would give this man most anything
Rain fell red, red like the dust from my Uncle's campfire Woodie Guthrie songs ("Can't make me"). You let it cake on your car for some some some time
The thing about grief is It knows what I did and It knows what I did not say. It sentenced me to a life of excavating Things my little head can not understand
If you're outside looking in and you see me inside waving, could you place your fat lips on the window glass? And I will blow a short hot breath and draw
Hush hush have you heard? Elenor's got a midnight bird. Hush hush have you heard? Elenor's got a midnight bird, oh yeah. Hush hush have you heard? Elenor
It can't be natural, it can't be sane, the places my mind goes when you show up at work Monday. I try to be a good girl, push the pictures aside, of you