Discussion Lyrics & Chords By Nathan Xander

Midnight on the water, Sunday on the lake. A beaver or an otter, steals across a moonlit break. Foolish moth undaunted by the screen upon the door, Bumps his head, instead of...read more

Jack's crows are loud in the morning They're critical of other birds Farmers don't appreciate 'em Though they don't say it in so many words Jack's crows Jack's crows Where...read more

We just can't help it so we do it again We just gun the gas and let the wheels spin It's true and I've heard it said We're not so very far from the back of our heads...read more

So I wonder how she's doing I hate it when the rumors fly They give off such a strange sense of mission Wing your helplessness on high But she would never run from strangers ...read more

Twenty-five miles to go Am I almost there Seems like this road ain't never going nowhere And I can't be born again But I will take the blame And I will...read more