…The waves of the lake splash And pines hum The frost of the north hurts Finnish grief in signs Woods bleak and stony, unlit There my mind rests There I will forget the pain Stars and moon us bless O my native land…

…of the rails is all they feel Good mornin' America, how are you? Don′t you know me? I′m your native son! I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I′ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Night time on the…

…beautiful day. The music he wrote had too long been without silence. He was found naked and dead, With a smile in his face, a pen and one thousand pages of erased text." Save me Be still, my son You're home Oh when did you…