I am aglow with lovely lyrics: Tell my mother not to worry.

From where the hawkwinds blow, and the blood runs thin, I’ll go now, fly I will.

Were you standing in the greeting card aisle when you called me up
and held me to the end of your long line?
Have you got me in your bleeding heart file next to Lady luck?

She lay down in her party dress and never got up.
Needless to say she missed the party, she just got sad then she got stuck.

I wanted to know you when we were both older
I thought there’d be more of those wonderful times.
I could lie to myself and say I like it, but I would love it if you were here.

It made me feel better; we sat it out like some passing bad weather.

I’m tired of dating let’s elope.

Songs are like tattoos.

If you want me I’ll be in the bar.
I could drink a case of you darling and I would still be on my feet.

I’m jealous of your cigarette and all the things you do with it.

My lips on your face
in our infinite grace.
I must have whispered your name 65 times.

I’ve got something sweet for you and I don’t care if it’s more than you deserve.

Your beauty must be rubbing off on me.

I’d write a letter home but I don’t know where to send it.

Autumn’s here. It’s okay if you want to cry.

I dream a highway back to you love, a winding river with a band of gold.

When I look at you I squint, you are that beautiful.

You’re trying not to grasp, not to start grasping at straws or sticks or stones. Have the strength to just sit inside your sadness, even if you’re sitting there alone.

Life knocked me off my platforms
so I pulled out my first pair of boots
and I suited up for the long walk
back to myself
closer to the ground now
with sorrow
and stealth

You broke me bodily and the heart ain’t the half of it and I’ll never learn to laugh at it in my good natured way. Still I think I’d stoop for you, stoop for your eyes alone.

If the ancient wisdom came in bottles I would tell my terror where to go, but I don’t know who would do the dishes cause I’d be lying wasted in the road.

And it feels like being born, night driving. The moon hangs a dangerous height.

You make the knees of my bees weak.

Please remember me, my misery and how it lost me all I wanted.
Tell my mother not to worry.
Who the hell can see forever?

I wish I had a river I could skate away on.

She feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China and just as you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her she lets the river answer that you have always been her lover.

From this broken hill all your praises they shall ring. If it be your will, if there is a choice, let the rivers fill, let the hills rejoice, let your mercy spill on all theses burning hearts in hell, if it be your will to make us well. And draw us near and bind us tight, all your children here in their rags of light, in our rags of light all dressed to kill.

You've been loved.