Beneath this tree, where shade is good I park my car and pop the hood Spark plugs fouled--she won’t run right I’ll scrape ‘em clean with this here knife   Got one good tire with lots of tread The rest are may-pops, nearly dead The tail...

  I don’t wanna love somebody I’m to use to having nobody What could it be to lose somebody When all I dream is finding nobody   I can only dream in tears Flowing rivers of you riding my fears Mirroring pain as you disappear to reappear Frigid...