indigo, I could lay me down and die You ain't been blue, no, no, no You ain't been blue Till you've had that mood indigo Like the feeling keeps stealing
: Quaestio nostra est aeterna Ultima requies fons vitae Sed nos eam novam existimemus
: Trying to remember the very last time I felt a simple thing going past Was it the day in old Georgia When you were trying to take a bath? She sees
: The second time around, you know it really got me down. Sister don't you judge it, just keep it to yourself now. And If you ain't got nothing good
: I fell for guys who tried to commit suicide, With soft rock hair and blood shot eyes. He tastes like Marlboro cigarettes, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups
: All the fur and fin will lose again Cause our better is their worst reckonin' And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed And how will
: I opened my hands up to see what I've got. My days slip like coins into a slot. They are gone, the shadows lie long. I've been banking on a broken
: Mister pull up a chair I got time for tears Tell me all the stories that you never did Of the salty south The Seminoles held out While Geronimo died
: The fisherman comes up Puts his two poles in the sand He stares out at the sea Just exactly like me But I've got a book in my hand We will have caught
: I meet you for coffee We get together periodically I got a bad case I can't shake off of me The fevered walking round wondering how it ought to be
: Back in the long stretch of loneliness I have come to call a living, I'm getting something for all this love's labor, even when I am forgetting. Oh
: Looking out across suburban yards to the construct of our days through the thinning of the trees. Why can I only build a house of cards? That gets
: So money mad you mean and that's not how it's suppossed to be. You're ready to challenge and defend, yeah, but for all the wrong reasons. How much
: Baby, I've got the best intentions I just can't do it Baby, I've got the truest day But I just can't win Baby, I've got a good vibration But I just
: Fly away little bird Any place in this open mouthed world Begs to be fed like a bed that beckons you, but you won't rest Everyone's got a need to go
: I drive a three county highway and every one of them town's got a firework show. It's 4th of July and I'm just now getting home, on the horizon, I
: You're looking at foreclosure And doing time And it don't sound good this time And the wife that made your life Hell All the time you were telling
: You don't want me calling you up All melancholy sick from love You prefer it uncomplicated Things are tricky now I bet you hate it Your mind's eye