Sherrie don’t come ‘round here, don’t come ‘round here no
Turns out everything is ok
But that’s not the way it’s
I don’t want to talk about the world today
Wars and
They park the old coal cars on the inside track
Leave
Sin and salvation walk hand in hand
Right past the jury
I just read your letter
That bled from your pen
Lest I
I stand on a bridge on the west side of
There’s a rusting religion with a broken converter
Parse the good
She swore by the deep long lines on her face
It was never your face on the pictures I never
She stepped in the light
Opening night
And delivered her lines
Life is
I see trees of green, red roses, too
I see them
