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
Down in the Winding Corn Maze
My friend
I Fell
My Ghost
Down In The Valley Of Hollow Logs
Sleepy
Drunk By Noon
Tesla's Hotel Room
In The Air
Arlene
Far From Any Road
The House Carpenter
Everything That Rises Must Converge
Sleepy
Linger, Let Me Linger
Tin Foil
Weightless Again
All The Time In Airports
My Ghost
If The World Should End In Fire