I had my doubts and they grew like blackberries
Tangled through sunnier thoughts gradually stranding them all
Hours from the city I suddenly found myself
Lost trudging the leaf littered ground
Where the currawongs called
Over the rise under lowering skies
I waited for winter
Wondereing whether the air was thin enough there
For vanishing into
When it came I was all too corporeal
Soaked to the bone
Unfurling before me a ribbon of road
And I drove till the colour had drained from the day
Singing softly along when the radio played
I Can't Make It Alone
Night bearing down I came to a town
That counted it's losses
In boarded up houses
And faded flowers around white wooden crosses
And flickering past
The two neon stars
Of the mountain view motel
There in the gloom
Of an oak-vaneer room
I never slept so well
I never slept so well