I was hers and you were his The night we met out on that bridge You knew then what I know now That love put down comes back some how The comet came
You took the toaster when you went You never paid your half the rent You took the spices from the rack But you don?t have to put them back Cause
Amor mio, me da verguenza No haberte escrito antes Aunque siempre queria La verdad es que no podia Que decirte? Soy medio lento Me llevo todos
Unburdened of their passengers The taxis have all scattered The hawkers move their tables out They?ll be selling no more leather The Oslo Queen is
The war was over and the spirit was broken The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew We stood on the cliffs Oh, and watched the ships Slowly sinking
Mama, if you could see me now I?m not the boy you knew in Macon town They found a uniform about my size It?s a little big I guess, but that?s alright
True my love, but cold the wind That howls against the cabin door Sweet the night, but cruel the day That comes to take my love away The fire-light
Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July Down in town the
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to that Mexico border To take
Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me But I can't leave this world behind My debts are not like prisons where there's hope of getting
It?s uncanny It?s something strange It?s something I have Long tried to ignore Behind the curtain Behind the door If I keep my eyes cast down
It?s the middle of the night Near the Indiana line I?m pulling in a Christian station The signal?s crystal clear But I cannot really hear What he
There?s a two-lane county road in northern Jersey Winding up a hill beside a lake Just before the road winds to an end Is Hazel?s house Long white
New York has been buried In snow since last Saturday The papers said the storm Had passed over you Thank you for the play You wrote about Heloise And
Northbound 35 Through the iron hills Under infidel skies It's two hundred miles to drive You won't be home I saw an elsebound train On the overpass
I adore thee Mother Mary But would you change me back to a witch And let me live in the arms of a sorry old elm Give the gypsy moths a realm of their
Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'? Lincoln County Road or Armageddon? Seems like I been down this way before Is there any truth in that,
Solo le pido a Dios Que el dolor no me sea indiferente Que la reseca muerte no me encuentre Vacio y solo sin haber hecho lo suficiente Solo le pido a
