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