New York Or Here Lyrics & Chords By Jeff Pianki

Mary, you are the bird inside the hand Of St. Francis in the garden where he stands Handwriting, a birth mark, and a quilt Mother to my mother and to me, and to me Mary, you are...read more

Take me to the corners of your mouth Fill me with the warmth inside Keep me in the frosted steam of your side Let me drown in your eyes Rock me to the rhythm of your breath ...read more

You're in the back seat and you say to yourself "it doesn't matter anyway" Weeds pulling weeds and your Blaming yourself We're all indifferent in our own ways You're in trouble...read more

I quit my shoes for a big boat baby Now I have my hands on a cold press rail I cut my shape out of plastic and nylon Now I have a cage made of rosewood and steel I have a knife for...read more

That sidewalk is a river that I fished dry Oh that sidewalk is a river that I fished dry And now it's my heavy hand filling the brim And it hauled me out of their brim ...read more