falling snow spun above the road
winding through the dark woods
where my pick-up stalled
falling snow hissing through the air
painting my windows white
till the trees disappeared
even though I started to feel cold
and I was far from town
I just sat there in the dark
My Ghost
Sleepy
Love is Like
After We Shot The Grizzly
Where The Birch Trees Lean
In The Air
My friend
Tin Foil
A Thousand Diamond Rings
If The World Should End In Fire
When The Helicopter Comes
If The World Should End In Fire
All The Time In Airports
Everything That Rises Must Converge
Linger, Let Me Linger
Far From Any Road
My Ghost
The Loneliness Of Magnets
Cathedrals
When You Whispered