Staring out of the window How the clouds are moving slow Watching their broken fragments As the tea is on the stove Floor is scattered paper And the dishes all...

Coming 'round the bend over the high life Never seeing where the signs have marked the trail The Lovers find their ways in rough surrender Never knowing where t...

Cross the lot, Wave a hand Dust off the loaded caravan In the settled haze of morningfall Mark the way, hark the call The tone is dry The note is clear The road...

I've got a friend I don't yet know I've got a story waiting to be told And I've got seeds that have not been sowed Out in any field I've got Gold waiting to be...

There will always be Young Souls that can't reform Tossed into life's storm They'll try their sails Before they will be forewarned When the going comes and just...