Can't Be Atlas Any Longer



I Can't Hold Up The Sky Tonight



I Can't Sing The World A Lullaby



Or, Kiss The Emptiness Goodnight







I Wish Like Milkweed In The Sunlight



The Wind Would Hollow Me A Place In Life



Thinking About Me Thinking About You



As If I Could Come



To Some Kind Of Simple Truth







Let It Fall, Down



I'd Write A Song



But Would It Make Sense In The Morning?







Cradled In A Prayer Of The Mountains



November Bares The Bones Of All Things



The Trees Are Naked On The Horizon Line



And I Lose The Myths That I've Been Hiding In







Winding Home By The River



Sweet Elusive Lover



Between The Fire And The Pleiades



Darkness Falls



And I Curl Warm Around This Dream