If and When and Gone How many more hearts will you break Before you just go settle down And how many breaks will it take 'Fore you go put a stake in the ground How long will you lie to yourself About how you feel so alone? How long til you sink in my arms And stop skipping around like a stone Or if you go I hope you find some rest And all your dreams Spill out into your hands Or maybe you should let them go I don't want a hero I just want your love How many transplantings can that Young weathered heart survive? Will you ever just stop to rest Leave the world to do its own crying? I don't think you can. I don't think you can. So when you go I hope you find some rest And that your dreams Don't choke you in the end Well maybe you should let them go I don't need no hero I don't want your love You're somewhere out there past that old sunset Staying up late, writing your friends Everywhere you go you're more thin, you're more stretched Everywhere you go the more I know You won't come back So now you're gone I hope that we'll be friends And that your dreams Will maybe help you rest Well maybe I should let you I don't need a hero I'll hang up the phone Maybe I should let you go I don't need your love I'm ok on my own.

Waves colour mosaic rearrange the shore Sorting out shells and smooth black stones Floating disc in the air Skipping rocks to the moon The thick twilight air--is cold and it's warm And it's stirring the algae In the green milky way The stars are flashing a smile and a wink I think I could fall back in love today Love feels like falling back down on my knees Singing God don't hurt me This heart can barely breathe Take, what you see Sand spills out my hands I'd rather hold sky You and I, You and I When looking for bosoms to rest my head on I lost my heart like a good skipping stone My hands clatter madly for something smooth to hold Cuz I lost my sky, I lost my rope I'm choking up softly, I won't shed a tear But I'll be destroyed if the winds blow back here My hair is all dancing, capricious and mad You brush my cheek and I hold my breath Screaming God don't hurt me This soul can barely breathe I'm broken inside you see Sand spills out my hands I'd rather hold sky You and I, You and I I've been trying to fill in this blank With some plan, with this ink Riding away on a pen and a scheme Saying "Can't catch me, Can't catch me" I'm so bad, I'm so dead, I'm a heresy Look me straight in the eye You don't buy--my foolish crime Look me straight in the eye I see myself and I just want to cry Water black, moon is full The sky is so thick you could walk right into it Breathe me in, let me die to this We'll kayak the quasars, we'll sit in the quiet And breathe, breathe me out, warm and soft Change me now Hardly here I can hear your whisper call out And I sing God don't hurt me I'll follow you into the sea I'm so scared, I'm no saint Sky-filled hands, stop to pray You and I, You and I You're my hope Hope for this life

Giedre's Song All the people here work in boxes They watch their boxes when they get home Then they sleep on top of box springs In little box rooms The little beep box screams to wake up With its little black block numerals Then take a shower in the wash box And grab a box of cereal It's off to work in the Cracker box train subway in the tubes in the ground' Or behind the wheel of your boxcar the lights blink off and on Before your eyes All these cubicles and classrooms Desks and pens and squares of tree-skin Work all day for another paper for your box: The diploma or the bank account. And meanwhile the trees stretch restless and chaotic Sighing with season's change The animals are singing all around The squawks and tweets and cooing sounds Your smooth curved frame and fretted brow Will never fit In this eight million box town All our box brains and matchbox cathedrals Boxed dinners Our 24-box days and 30-some box moons Could never hold the sun, a mouse or your heart or the Spirit The world a whirl of wind and leaves and lives That has no box sense, nor sense of proper time It nips and blows at our ankles and chests With its quarky, atomic, explosive, pulsing relativity River runs, life runs in a deeper stream

Dad Up Above Dad up above There's a mess in the mirror That I can't fix I need You here Push comes to shove, I seek prayer or thought But I miss You here I miss you here All of my life Seems a rushing train, passing subway I try to catch a handle on My thoughts, my plans, and better things I don't rest in Your love I need Your love Sit with me a while Let's chat, stop and smile It's been too long Far too long Hold me tight and still I get lost in my will Let Your kingdom come Right here in us All these fretted hopes, frustrated dreams My fruits from never listening Put me back on track I can write a poem I think I'm clever think I'm spriitual I can save the world, think I'm good Mercy mercy, mess of me, for that blasphemy I'm lost again Again Dad up above The strings of all the violin dreams Choking me have brought me to my knees I don't know how To conjure You or see I know You're right behind the scenes Come out, inside with me (3x)

Not Impressed You're the only one who's not impressed By all the things I do You think that I need to learn to rest You patronize me but at least your aim is true Outside--of my constant striving and frenetic life I've tried--to convince the world I'm no saint inside But you--you love the mess and the beauty therein And you--see my faults and the strengths too That nobody else seems to see Adoring fans are a poor excuse for friends I don't know if I should hang around with you you're far too good You slow me down, I feel exposed, Unsafe and yet no one else engages this heart like you do my friend I'm scared I don't think I could lose you again I'd lose myself Or maybe that's what happens When you come back I don't know I don't know

Spectre I curled up with a stranger--on the bus She felt safe from danger--in my arms Am I the kind of person for one-night stands? Or just a lonely boy with an empty hand? We wondered at New York--and Washington But this isn't a love song It's an ache and a question What was right and what was wrong What was selfish, what was love, what was my Fantasy romance apathy Just someone to hold in selfish greed We took the train to Brooklyn Heights And when I put my arm around you, you didn't like Our touch exposed to the day I caught your smiling face With all Manhattan beside And you saw the statue For the first time I was late You stepped off the train to go to Central Park And your plane--took you far away By the time--it got dark Ghost in the metro glass I miss you but I hardly know your name I don't want to fall in love with you But for some reason I miss you all the same But once again, I'll turn away, I'm lonely Ghosts in the metro glass The many frames, the face, the past I don't know how to love I don't think Fingertips inside my hand An aching back so you can rest The phone line echoes my heart away To the wind

Looking For Looking for, What am I looking for? Thought I was only yours, Well, I guess I lied. I think sometimes I get lost in my mind. I wonder all the time How this distance has grown. Every day, You come and look my way, I'm playing hide and seek Like you can't see me. Where am I now? When will I be found? This heart wants to drown in you But I'm still lost. Here I am Caught in the in-between Wanting some kind of rest Not finding anything Your sweet pursuit Begins to panic me I am so scared that love Will take everything Where am I now? When will I be found? This heart wants to drown in you But I'm still lost. Shatter me. Cast me upon your sea. Hold me tight in your arms Cuz I'm gonna run. Take my plans; Come and take everything. Let me be lost inside Your steady beat. I'm here for now, Mind racked with doubt. This heart wants to drown in you Take me under now. You're right past my gasp. Come fill up my breath. Baptize the present and past So I can walk with you, So I can walk by you, So I can walk with you So I can walk by you Again.