New Morning Train Lyrics & Chords By Mike Westhues

Harlequin and Columbine speak as three Their spirits can be felt to wander The cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all time's mine asunder The cry of Eugene...read more

I got my Asphalt Mother, down in the dirty lot She wants to see the outside I like to keep her haute I burn her haute out daily, And hang it up to dry. I stick a problem in her...read more

I see a red door And I want it into black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see a line of cars And they're all painted black With flowers and my love Both...read more