1. Torch

From the recording Note To Self

You don't live in darkness dear
Cause no one lives at night
Hold a voice that brings you near
Force fed by the light (2)

Knee deep in the hastas
Far from a stash
Receive all that god sends
A lonesome steady wrath (2)

A fervid howling' wind blows
Sure to mar your face
After dawn a little matron shows
Of crimson and white lace (2)

Ramblin' of the deluge
Spark yields to a torch
Speak with out dying
Talk with out words (3)