Her perfume smelled like pine resin
and her manner took me back to the days
of stone wash and Trans Am
but she was buying.
The last time I stood face to face with naked flesh
she was behind a glass window.
A quarter only gets you twenty seconds...
Coming Down
The Hanging Man
Sunday
Letting Go
The Sick Rose
Heavy Weather
What I Live For
All We Have
Birds Don't Know the Names of Notes
True Crime
Santa Maria
Song of Songs
What I Live For
Hopeful Monster
Coming Down
Joseph of Arimathea
The Hanging Man
Grand Canyon
Red on White on Blue
Out With the Stars