I found her crying in the morning
Sitting in a chair
She was wrapping something up
And wrapping it with care
I did not mean to hurt her
When I fell asleep last night
I was just exhausted
From the act of being polite
Yes, I was just exhausted
From the act of being polite
Secrets
Caring
Dimples And Toes
Tongue Story (part II)
Spilling the Seed
My Work is So Behind
Tongue
The Service
Act of Being Polite
Jambalaya
The Seven Ugly Cows
Melancholy Clumps
Cain and Abel
Epilogue
Tourniquet Of Roses
Here Come The Bums
My Brother Paul
End Of Home
The Beekeeper's Daughter
Fingertips