feeling vulnerable

dig in

dig into me

lets deep in the valley

eat deer grazes meadow

roll canola fields flowering

your heart is showing itself to me

11

check in with me later

you could check in with me anytime

i don't mind

two days through ontario i dreamt of you

it was all surreal

you could check in anytime and inquire

i am probably not doing well

i don't mind

i am unstable

you could call me on the telephone or send me an e-mail

it would be nice to hear from you

i wouldn't mind at all if you dropped me a line

you could say hello and hang up the phone

or remain a secret and dial *69

you could check in with me anytime

any way at all is fine with me

i don't mind

this is all unreal

in the land of living skies

the prairies are flatlands

driving through manitoba is flat, man

you can drive straight for days through the prairies

saskatchewan too

you might go mad

all yellow and green and brown

don't you get sad now

we're almost there

we'll be there sometime soon

some high noon

over the mountaintops in the foothills of alberta

then we'll really be free

we'll really be free in the mountains on the western side

don't fall asleep yet

its best you stay awake

don't fall asleep little one

i love you so you could die

don't you fall asleep now

open your eyes

we're almost there

we'll be there in a day or two

once we get through the badlands in the prairies

winnipeg is an awful place, i know

its gone now and we'll never go back there again

canola fields are rolling on for miles

with sunflowers and pine trees and wild cattle

its lonely and dry in the prairies but everyone is friendly

everyone's a real cowboy now

where's your horse

don't mention south dakota yet

there's a lightning storm here every night

it could strike and kill at any time

you could mill a billion acres of wheat in the prairies

there's nothing stopping you

you could do anything at all

why don't you pull over and smell the trees

why don't you pull over and feel the breeze

here in the prairies you could do anything at all

you could sow a million sunflowers and press one bottle of oil

you could raise your arms to the sky and kneel and cry

you could run across a thousand stacks of hay

or hop on a tractor and sleep in a barrel

thank god we're almost out of manitoba

i'm starting to go mad

self-portrait

the delicacy of my irish skin

and the darkness of my sicilian soul

surfaces