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