Wow, this song was like a musical speedbump. And thus...I suddenly feel old. I believe I have this album on cassette in my music tomb.

Love moves invisible. It does not do stillness well. It's there, in you. I see what you hide. So, I'm going to move it around. See what I can stir up.

Love is quiet pauses, soft melodies...and loud interruptions.

Sometimes the radio whispers madness in my ears on long drives by myself at night. I go easy, this Alice loves her Hatter.

We all begin and end...but in between where life unravels, we hope we've the luck to get tangled in threads of others, even if the stay is brief.

We stumbled, tripped. Unaware of the path we'd discovered...and by the time we noticed. Heartsick. Desperate. I should've shot cupid first.

Fragile. Her face a weathered map of love turned bad. She says, few listen. I buy her coffee. We sit together, silent. You're not alone.

She passed through here along this creek...and while only her footprints remain,,,she's sewn to my heart.

Castaway from things I knew, I watch the Creek run into a River that carried me far from home and turned me refugee.

M-I-N-E - Four letters put together and shared. This glue we call love.