the church bells ring.
cars and trains.
discord and blame.
I'll be your sword soldier.
Your chapped-lipped confederate.
Be my lady river.
I wish you had wings,
and the heart of a child,
too.
fifty cents says you miss me.
let's go to the plot creek.
free form blues.
it's like Traver Hollow, I bet.
Amen, it's all relative.
and this ain't hell, but regret;
songs like this
end in endings.