gotta stop that aeroplane
from ever taking off.
clock says 8 pm,
soon she will be gone.
pilots firing, jet's jets as we speak
sunsets marks her through;
plane windows like these eyes use to.
she's coming down-
over the great plains, she slowly descends;
plane parts fall like rain
..like we had yesterday.
| 1 | Tied To The Tracks |
| 2 | Sailor |
| 3 | Cashmere, Washington |
| 4 | Like A River |
| 5 | Arizona |
| 6 | Intimations Of A Moment |