There's a little black road
on your way to Heaven...

Sometimes i dream in
black and white...

Sweet broken bird,
my little note...

From Interstate-40
sort of looks like God got...

A handful of
lop-sided white squares...

In a forest of green
there are two dead trees...

My ears a popping.
why would anyone build...

Arizona is so sweet
that when it rains...

Down to the sea;
down to the city...

With their flattened peaks
they stand as kings of this place...

As we wander this barren New Mexico land;
sand...

Human instincs=
making the best decisions, like...