Looking out at the night, the only driver's wheel
Curving hips made of snow in the withered fields
There's a house up way back where the lamp light glows
Left a star out in the cold for the people I'll never know

Who left the light, left the light in the window?

What woul

It's four in the morning, the last dregs of the evening.
I sit and rock on the front porch swing, 'til the morning sky starts bleeding.
It is cool and it's quiet, bats and owls lay down beside it.
Mourning doves breathe a sigh, as the shadow passes by.
Chorus: Well well well - it

There's a ring around the moon,
There's a chill in the air.
There's a mean kind of justice,
Coming down coming down.
Angels wring their hands and put ashes on their heads.
There's a mean kind of justice coming down.
It don't ever stop a thing,
An eye for eye, tic for

I've been looking for a safe place
Looking for a safe place half of my life
Some kind of wallet
Some kind of ...
Some kind of state of grace

In a safe place
A safe place

There have been times I've found that safe place
Pulled the covers back and climbed on in<

I will bring a cup of water, here's the best that I can offer
In the dusk of coming night, there is evidence of light
With the patterning of the rain, let us bow as if in grace
Consider all the ways we heal and how a heart can break

Oh, abide with me where it's breathless and i

I don't like the people staring at me like I'm a roadside wreck
I don't wanna have to explain to the ones who? Neck
I don't like that the mail with his name, is still delivered here
I don't like that where he used to be is now an empty chair
My boy said, 'I don't want to sit down

Daniel said traveling risky
But the money awful good.
When I get back we can finally
Get ahead sure we could.
He left the fifth of December
Took our oldest boy Ben.
I packed them biscuits and butter,
And never saw them again.
Chorus How can I keep on walking,

I believe we're born good from the start
And we come equipped with a piece of god in our hearts
But the world exacts a hard and bitter cost
And some of us get oh so very lost
Close your eyes
Your heart knows why
And what's the truth
And what's the lie
Through each

This is a story a very sad tale
Of intrigue and romance and electronic mail
A dangerous form of information, and the perils of instant gratification
How many times did I hit my Mac want to crawl inside and take the whole thing back
But its no use say it again and again
Don't

One weekend Ray was a bit at loose ends
Getting under foot in Ella's kitchen again
She shooed him out, said
'It's such a nice day, perhaps there's some yard work you might do today'
So he drove where they sold statuettes by the pound
Saying 'if you want real art, gotta go to

You can't always tell one from another.
And it's best not to judge a book by it tattered cover.
I have found when I tried or looked deeper inside.
What appears unadorned might be wondrously formed.
You can't always tell but sometimes you just know.
`Round here we throw geodes

Been a long time comin'
And the cards were stacked
It's been a long hard road
To hell and back
Your love meant trouble from the day we met
You won every hand and I lost every bet
Now you'd think that I should've known better
Now you'd think that I would have seen it c

When I was young I often said
That there were ugly things beneath my bed
I'd slip downstairs when I got scared
Into the safety of Dad's easy chair
That chair was like a long deep sigh
And I'd stay until he'd say it's time
But he'd always put his hand in mine
And tell

Just a little hand can be a great big help
It can make a big difference
And there's a better plan than to do this ourselves
There is another point of reference and
I've never known an island
and I've never seen it work that way
I've come to understand
We do the best w

Now that he's gone
Now the world has moved on
Since he called my name Nothings the same.
As my sister cried
He said, "Lazarus rise." To love and anoint
Or just prove a point
Chorus
I'm the one that he saved
I'm the one that he raised
From a dark quiet sleep fr

The truth I knew when I was eight.
My dad swam the length of Spirit Lake.
It must have been a million miles.
ThisI knew was true.
My mother sang while hangin' clothes.
Her notes weren't perfect heaven knows.
But heaven opened anyway.
And this I knew was true.
Chor

Let me call you darlin', maybe call you sweetheart
Don't you hate it when they call you Louise
But isn't it scary, when they want to call you Mary
A wh*re, or a saint, or a tease.
But you came here in summer, you'd been living in Manhattan
You caught me wide eyed and half san

Where do we start
How do we proceed
It's been such a long time
Just to sit here and bleed
It's hard enough to see you
A bit of a surprise
This bittersweet feeling
And the look in your eyes
Now one good turn deserves another
Let's at least try to be kind
Do

Martha walked right down to the dam,
I hoe and a shovel in either hand.
She was bound to dig for every woman and man,
And child that lay sick with fever.
The government men said, "Be our favorite sons,
Be a place of worth some where and someone.
If you drown this valley t

Let our hearts not be hardened to those living on the margin
There is room at the table for everyone
This is where it all begins, this is how we gather in
There is room at the table for everyone

Too long we have wandered, burdened and undone
But there is room at the table f