A way out on the mountain near the sky. Hiding from the cold realities of life. Shaking that old road dust off my heels. I give my heart and mind a chance to heal Then I'll go somewhere and sing my
The Iowa weather was 13 below. I had come to Des Moines for a radio show. I awoke in the evening from a traveler's sleep. With notions of something to eat The old elevator slid down past the floors