It’s a bruised and a fallen sky / Pressed all up against us / And it’s just as true, so far away / But I can be there by breakfast / I just drive on through to you / So as the past goes breaking by / Where are you tonight? (Richard Buckner as sung […]

If the time were not now I think I might stay / Right here with my feet on the ground / But the sunset is flown away to the west / And it’s her I must follow on down / Her I must follow on down (Jeffrey Foucault)

Knock the breath out of your madness / Burn your photographs at the edges / Send your heart back from where you left it / Took a long way to come here / Got a long way to go (Caitlin Canty)