Knock the breath out of your madness / Burn your photographs at the edges / Send your heart back from where you left it / Took a long way to come here / Got a long way to go (Caitlin Canty)

Well you were a dancer, I was a rag / The song in my head, well was all that I had / Hope was a letter I never could send / Love was a country we couldn’t defend / And through the carnival we watch them go round and round / All we knew of […]

And headed out as far as he could / Past the cities and gated neighborhoods / He slept ’neath the stars / Wrote down what he dreamt / And he built a machine / For no one to see / Then took flight, first light / Of new morning (Calexico)