Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows.
Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress.
Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges:
throws his long shadow north to the emptiness.
Farmhouse in tatters; shuttered and battered.
Even lovers don't go there these last few years.
Spider-web windows on set-aside heroes
standing lost in a landscape of tears.
| 1 | Aqualung |
| 2 | Living In The Past |
| 3 | Locomotive Breath |
| 4 | My God |
| 5 | No Lullaby |
| 6 | A New Day Yesterday |
| 7 | Cross-Eyed Mary |
| 8 | Teacher |
| 9 | Reasons For Waiting |
| 10 | Budapest |