Maybe sparrow you should wait The hawks alight ?til morning You'll never pass Beyond the gate If you don?t hear my warning Notes are hung so effortless
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears Gallons of buckets comin' out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got a love, honey which I, I can't stand
crying in the lane behind the house Ghosts wet and steaming by the time I figured it out You didn't die in the fire It was the flood that carried you from
in the depths of these deeds that have made me I can't bring a sound from my head though I try I can't seem to find my way up from the basement A demon
When you hear me calling your name in the night Do you run to your window thinking a coyote might Be howling When you hear me knocking at your door again
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Just travelling through this world below But there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go. I
How's hope feeling today Tired and sick of this place Red wine is fast At the lip of your glass Saying I'm going to ruin Everything Everything
What happens at home since I've gone away Needles drop soft and sharp And the leaves gently sway Low ceiling moves in and circles the bay Rain rakes
wrapped in the depths of these deeds that have made me I can't bring a sound from my head though I try I can't seem to find my way up from the basement
Maybe sparrow you should wait The hawks alight till morning You'll never pass beyond the gate If you don't hear my warning Notes are hung so effortless
You will need some day as I need you When the kicks go that it brings you You will hanker for an anchor just to cling to When you've lived it up till
He led you to this hiding place His lightening threats spun silver tongues The red bells beckon you to ride A handprint on the driver's side It looks
We met in the springtime When blossoms unfold The pastures were green and Meadows were gold Our love was in flower as summer grew on A love like the
I am a poor wayfaring stranger A-traveling thru this world below But there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going
In California I dream of snow And all the places we used to go With the night falling down With the night falling down Now I'm living in Korea Town Waking
Knock loud, I'm home Just sleeping to pass the time Wondering if you'll come by to visit me Ten years have passed Since you walked out of my life But