Two, Three, Four Goldenrod And The Four H
Stone The Things I Brought You When I Found
Out You Had Cancer Of The Bone Your
Father Cried On The Telephone And He Drove His
Car Into The Navy Yard Just To Prove That
He Was Sorry In The Morning, Through The
Window Shade When The Light Pressed Up Against Your
Shoulder Blade I Could See What You Were Reading
All The Glory That The Lord Has Made And
The Complications You Could Do Without When I Kissed
You On The Mouth Tuesday Night At The
Bible Study We Lift Our Hands And Pray Over
Your Body But Nothing Ever Happens I Remember,
At Michael′s House In The Living Room When You
Kissed My Neck And I Almost Touched Your Blouse
In The Morning, At The Top Of The
Stairs When Your Father Found Out What We Did
That Night And You Told Me You Were Scared
All The Glory When You Ran Outside With Your
Shirt Tucked In And Your Shoes Untied And You
Told Me Not To Follow You Sunday Night,
When I Cleaned The House I Found The Card
Where You Wrote It Out With The Pictures Of
Your Mother On The Floor At The Great
Divide With My Shirt Tucked In And My Shoes
Untied I Am Crying In The Bathroom In
The Morning, When You Finally Go And The Nurse
Runs In With Her Head Hung Low And The
Cardinal Hits The Window In The Morning, In The
Winter Shade On The First Of March, On The
Holiday I Thought I Saw You Breathing All
The Glory That The Lord Has Made And The
Complications When I See His Face In The Morning,
In The Window All The Glory When He Took
Our Place But He Took My Shoulders And He
Shook My Face And He Takes, And He Takes,
And He Takes