———————————————— “Can I believe you? Can I believe you? Can I ever know your mind? Am I handing you mine? Do we both confide?
———————————————— “For Richard Swift For John and Bill For every gift lifted far before its will Judee and Smith For Berman too I’ve met the myth hanging heavy over you I loved you long You rose to go Beneath you, songs, perfect angels in the snow So time to stage Forget reserve The type of …
———————————————— “Summer all over Blame it on timing Weakening August water Loose-eyed in morning Sunlight covered over Wading in sight of fire
———————————————— “Well, a goodbye never seems finished Just like these songs that I write They hang all off like stars in the night There’s nothing left but the illusion of light And you, you could have been mine