- At Her Open Door
From the heights of the town
her handmaids will announce
her undying presence within
her seven-pillared house
Gifts of gold lie undisturbed
at her open door
Give until nothing's left then
wish to give more
- Between me and the ground
All alone at last
Years roll by so fast
Twisted and insane
The house you built
No longer the same
Once you're there
Once you're there
- Down Here
I wanted to know that bad
and to be sure over all we had
to feel completely
and so surely know
but that kind of feeling
comes and goes
Over hills, and cities, and seas
- Dragonfly
I slowly open my eyes.
They're empty enough to pour in the skies.
Circling down to the grass on the ground,
A dragonfly is seeing it's helped
Lying on our backs in summer grass,
So fast the day go past.
A smoke ring rises up into the sky.
- Either Way
C Am F C
i woke up with a start on some dark southern highway
C Am F C
barreling through the hot summer night
C Am F C
and through the black our winding path
C Am F C
cut only by two head lights
- I'm Gone
C D Am
the first task that did appear
C D Am
Across the blackening sky
C D Am
Not only empty, it’s below
C D
I walk some more, I cry
- Me And The Devil Blues
fixin' up the house
is what the devil's comin' for
that old black dog's scratchin'
pawin at my door
..... he's comin by
he's been in before
there's no need to worry girl
- Rocky Mountain High
I'm the cautious deer on the mountainside
and the great owl flying through the night sky
like the creator of spaces
like a traveler of far away places
At the table in the forest clearing
I take my part in the forest hearing
the great oak, the lonely seer
dressed like a druid
- Sleepy Silver Door
"Sleepy Silver Door" Ringtone to your Cell
When I was young I travelled to distant lands
A castle arises from a sea of sand
Its towers shimmer in the heat of the sun
Shining down shadow for everyone
Swinging on swings that hang from great trees
Lulled to sleep by the breath of the breeze
- Such Hawks Such Hounds
As Dawn's first rays cross the green field
they shine in open eyes lying still
From the boughs of the oak tree
three ravens wait
over his cold bones lying as they are
The wind will moan forevermore
They'll perch on his backbone
beneath the morning sun
- What Needs Must Be
You got your trouble
I got my own
Look how it takes to
The warmth of your home
You can’t wait you’re
All ready to go
Out in the cold wind
Out in the snow