He said no.
In not so many words.

He said no, in no words at all.

i thought i'd stop
and say hello.

i turned around
and looked for

your deep, easy laughter

impressions of your feet
that i know so well,

your lanky silhouette
against the sun,

but you were gone.


this is a picture of the road that we always take, and it always ends up being the wrong one.


..ain't got no bounce in my shoes
ain't got no fancy to tickle
i ain't got nothing but the blues..


if i stood on my head and took a look at the world, would i see everything right?