Last time I looked it was late / That’s when I started to break / It’s a long long way till the end / But I’ve got you here with me friend (Richard Hawley)

I started out in search of ordinary things / How much of a tree bends in the wind / I started telling the story without knowing the end (Bill Callahan)

It was out at the crossroads, down round Willow bank / Seen a Buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank / Well I chased him through them county roads till a sign said Canadian border five miles from here / I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear […]