This is a collection of songs grouped by theme more than by style - my impressions of living in the deep south, still with the legacy of the Civil War.
Sometimes the sand looks endless as the sky
You wonder what you're doing here and you wonder why
and your words come back to haunt you in the heat of noon
Silent and lonely as a desert tomb
Coyote cries his last cry in the night
Morning wind moans and like a firelight
The sun shines red rays in the sand
Unwelcome visitor in a burning land
Just when you think the rain will never stop
And the sun never shine again on the rocks
She's got you in her hand and she's not through
Nature's got you in her hand - she's got a hold on you
And she won't let go
