And here we sit / Singing words nobody taught us / Drinking fire and spitting sawdust / Trying to teach ourselves to breathe / We haven’t yet / But every chorus brings us closer / Every flyer and every poster / Gives a piece of what we need / And the sand that they call […]

Don’t the lights look empty / When the streets are bare / Almost as empty / As the look you give me / When I’m the only one / And it’s a long one / So it brings you down / So you have nowhere else to go / And nothing to do / So […]

He’s on a plane crossing the world now / Thinking of the thing that had headed him south / And all the way it seemed / Could help a little boy’s dreams / Find a home, find a soul and a way (Micah P. Hinson) It’s time for hüben & drüben by the dear folks […]