Follow Me, The Wise Man Said, But

When You've Fallen On The Highway / And You're Lying In The Rain, / And They Ask You How You're Doing / Of Course You'll Say You Can't Complain.

As Our Eyes Grow Accustomed To Sight They Armour Themselves Against Wonder.

A Woman Watches Her Body Uneasily, As Though It Were An Unreliable Ally In The Battle For Love.

Who Could Have Foretold The Heart Grows Old From Touching Others

I Hope We [with Patrick Leonard] Can Come Up With Something Orchestral With Some Spoken Material. And I Also, God Willing, Hope That Perhaps Another Record Of Songs Also Might Emerge, But One Never Knows.