So I rolled into your town / I passed the smokestacks / And the ore docks down off of Main / And the sky spun around / With her diamonds on fire / We fought all night and then we danced / In your kitchen / You were as much in my hands / As […]

— · — — · — Songs on painted shadows / Bleed on broken roads / Paved from here to heaven / With anything but gold / And anything but simple / It always was your kind / From the straight and narrow running / Along the straightest line (Jeffrey Foucault) *** Only few days […]