The Birth Of Understanding

Looking At Things

A Simpler Way

In Shades Of Stone

We Find Ourselves

In This Old Cave

But Hear Us Now

A River Running Dry

Falling Short Of Magic

They Didn't Fly

Although Not False

But Naive Dreams

That Were No More

And Castles In The Sky

Of Obsolete Expectations

A Place Beyond The Pines

To Where We Don't Remember

On Our Path

Whatever There Might Be

For Us To Embrace