1989

My mind knows full well I should leave here But my heart my foolish heart will not turn She fills me with a crazy wild desire And lying helpless I know just how I'll burn Back in the fire where my heart must long to …

Fergus sings the blues In bars of twelve or less I'm a stranger to the land To this wilderness All Things are possible But happen less and less This Is my country These Are my reasons 'Cause I look in the mirror And it throws …

I've got some friends down in Houston who know me quite well They'll be more than happy to put me up for a spell I can hang out or hide out whichever I choose They won't ask me questions about why I've got the blues …

Hope is a thing with feathers that perches on the soul Said the homeless young man standing there strong against the cold I reached into my pocket said a penny for your poetry But when I handed him a dollar bill he was shaking his …

He's got a U S flag on his front porch To remind everyone where he lives And up in the attic there are papers that prove The old house is finally his After thirty-five years the grass still don't grow In that rock hard west …

Well I got off work and headed for town to have a few Determined I would drown the pain of losing you But this couple on the dance floor were dropping quarters in a slot And this heartless thing kept spinning old forget-me-nots The jukebox …