There ain't no turning back. This ain't no long journey home. Another tale about an aging man, A tried but twisted plot, Another hero finding out that he's not. Act one
One soul now Carry only what twilight brings. One soul now Watch the colour drain from the sky. One soul now Stillness settles, glides on by. One soul
My love swears that he is made of truth I do believe him though I know he lies. I've caught him creeping 'round darkened holes. I've caught him staring
Then I saw black and my face flash in the sky. Shelter me from the powder and the finger. Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger. Just think of me as one
I can't be holding on to what When all you got is hurt one love one blood One life you got to do what you should One life with each otherSisters brothers One
Stars of our stars. Dreams of my dreams. You come to me Singing " The Stars Of Our Stars". The stars of our stars Came up the first day. The moon did
Michael Timmins Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning hits me straight in the eye guess you forgot to close the blind last night Oh, that's right, I forgot
this one?" You say, "do you ever wonder why this one?" You say, "do you ever wonder why this one?" Why this one, why this one, why this one?
you're surrounded by others with boxcars in their eyes. Never count your winnings at hour 23 of a 24-hour drive. Remember that you're not the one calling
and I expect thirty more to pass he has blessed my life in so many ways that I could never turn my back But I need just one more reminder of the man
Mary Margaret O'Hara / adapted by Michael Timmins How could he take you in his arms and help you to be free then leave you forgotten, and is it enough
Michael Timmins Black eyed man he took the blame for the poisoning of the well. They found his shoes by the pulley. They found his fingerprints all
I feel. It's not the smell in here that gets to me its the lights I hate the shadows that they cast, and the sound of clinking bottles is the one small
Michael Timmins He left his dead in the cottonwood trees the ground grown too hard with the years. Falling down was not what it used to be the ground
s true." With her head in her hands she sighs, "It's me, not you." "Just when I thought that I'd discovered the joy of loving one so completely that lonely