manzanita. You cannot cross a cypress and a cedar. And a cedar. . My moods are changing like the sea. There are a hundred things. That I'd like to be. Meanwhile I'll sit in the sun. Waiting for that
and new. Candles bring the light and that cedar smell I like. But the only thing missing is you. You're making traditions with someone else. It's a whole new year. And I'm still here. Laughter from the
, not at all. I keep on walking I stop. Ditching all my plans. I want to climb that cedar tree and leave me in good hands. What happened to me on the way to something higher. What will be left when I have
hair. Amethyst and flowers on the table, is it real or a fable?. Well I suppose a friend is a friend. And we all know how this will end. Chimney swift that finds me, be my keeper. Silhouette of the cedar
I'm watching it all go down in shame. Wish the whole house would go up in flames. Who gives a damn about a cedar chest?. When we just laid her soul to rest. She's only been in the ground a day or
the dust was a leader. Someone was walking on floorboards. Turned them from oak to cedar. He can assess the situation. I wrapped a string around my finger. Into the forest with the young ones. I
up in dust Oh, drifting up and down that main street drag. Oh, baby wrote her name in it on the dash Dust in the rear-view, in the cedar. Dust on the bottle, coming out of them speakers. Dust on my
. Waterloo. Kalamazoo. Kansas City. Sioux City. Cedar City. Dodge City. . What A Pity. I've been everywhere, man. I've been everywhere, man. Crossed the deserts bare, man. I've breathed the mountain
. And if they want two wings like me. There's a chance they could. I am the elder Utah Smith. I was born in Cedar Grove. That's in Louisiana. On a dirt-poor stretch of road. I found the calling early