the
music's
getting
to
me
I
can't
breathe
I'd
hold
your
hand
but
you're
not
here

speaking
of
the
lighted
church
bell
tower
I
need
to
write
a
poem

she
laughed
when
I
looked
up
everyone
was
smiling
her
laugh
was
so
good

smiling
she
handed
me
the
coffee
and
said
that'll
getcha
goin'

the
wheat
grows
up
to
be
cut
down
grandma
will
never
meet
my
babies

I
want
to
remember
what
you
look
like
when
you're
jumping
on
the
bed

don't
you
love
her
madly
need
her
badly
boy
you're
gonna
carry
that
weight

the
memories
I
didn't
take
pictures
of
the
walks
I'll
surely
forget

it's
quiet
oh
so
quiet
like
the
kind
that's
unloved
and
left
behind

you
are
a
good
time
he
sang
and
I
wrestled
with
some
desert
ghosts

sing
to
me
while
I
imagine
myself
naked
on
a
circular
bed

I
don't
have
much
but
this
little
light
of
mine
I'm
gonna
let
it
shine

fog
through
the
tree
tops
I
said
this
mother
right
here
that's
why
I'm
alive

I'd
step
from
the
city
street
corner
into
acres
of
land
and
sky

she
put
on
townes
van
zandt
and
I
recalled
that
we
shared
a
birthday

it
all
sounded
lonely
the
train
the
rain
and
the
cold
cold
dark
morning

living
in
the
present
to
have
a
future
then
look
back
on
the
past

when
he
misses
me
I'm
the
happiest
girl
in
the
whole
USA

she
ordered
the
lord
in
a
pot
so
that
she
should
drink
and
become
whole

if
he
only
knew
the
many
times
I've
reached
out
to
touch
him
but
didn't

it's
heavy
so
heavy
like
someone
died
my
whole
countryman
quiet

and
we
need
to
believe
in
magic
the
kind
we
ourselves
create

we
wanted
to
talk
about
it
but
we
didn't
want
to
say
anything

he
always
knows
just
what
kind
of
music
to
play
in
the
cafe

our
hearts
flying
half
mast
the
spirit
of
my
people
wounded
grieving

will
you
say
hello
to
the
world
for
me
sadness
and
I
have
a
date

the
sun'll
rise
tomorrow
I'll
walk
this
road
again
the
sun'll
rise
tomorrow

she
didn't
ask
how
I
felt
she
knew
and
she
was
ready
with
her
smile

I
look
for
the
moon
each
morning
I
wake
every
night
before
I
rest

there
were
no
good
syllables
that
night
let
alone
seventeen
of
them

we
didn't
keep
all
the
promises
we
made
so
we
made
some
new
ones

I
love
saying
her
name
her
name
I
wish
I
had
a
cool
sounding
name

she
told
me
to
consider
the
moon
and
I've
been
considering
it

can
you
feel
something
without
touching
it
the
car
commercial
asked
me

I
wanna
live
I
wanna
die
I
wanna
do
all
the
things
in
between

where
do
we
go
when
we
die
she
asked
I
don't
know
I've
never
died
before

my
grandmother
the
plants
my
father
the
street
lamps
my
mother
the
fog

she
laughs
at
her
own
jokes
I
turn
what
she
says
to
me
into
poems

I
missed
my
grandmother's
I
told
him
love
your
jerks
I
thought
love
your
jerks