And now we circle the sidewalks of this suitcase town / We have found some comfort here / We are experts / We are experts of the past / Coffee is cold like evening air / And still we sit like watchmen / Sweet morning lady / Sweet, sweet is so necessary / I just […]

If the time were not now I think I might stay / Right here with my feet on the ground / But the sunset is flown away to the west / And it’s her I must follow on down / Her I must follow on down (Jeffrey Foucault)

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)