What is not but could be if what could appear in the morning mist with all associated risk what is not but could be if What was not but could have been
Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer He was just a normal kid Blooming, tripping flowing under Just as I once did At a 24 hour restaurant Open to the end
planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some it ought to make a few reputations in the cult of number one while these seconds turn these
mind It makes me warm when I'm cold It gets me up, it makes me walk It makes me question what I'm told Somewhere in a foggy atlas Lookout mountain, lookout sea
Open field with a window Open field with no child Open Field
Way way out past where the sidewalks disappear And up through bright blue blocks of sky Where the days turn to weeks in the months the year And we're
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C. I lived with my true love and she lived with me. "Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie" Was the very first
Father drove a steamroller Momma was a crossing guard. She got rolled when he got steamed And I got left in charge Living in a little town with my pedigree
Squirrels imported from Connecticut Just in time for fall How much fun is a lot more fun? Not much fun at all What's with all the handsome grandsons
Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale
Planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some It ought to make a few reputation in the cult of number one While these seconds turn these minutes