The Days Are Getting Shorter   The Wind Has Found Her Teeth   I Think I'm Supposed To Be Somewhere Back East   Now I Drive Along With My Mind Fighting Thoughts Of This Kind   And In The Darkness Of These Naked Empty Streets      I'm Free, To Just Breathe   She Said I'm The King Of Random Phone Calls   I Explained It's Just This Time Of Year   These Awkward Conversations, Constant Isolations   And This Town Is Bringing Me Down      Just Another American Folk Song   Written For Another American Girl   Just Another American Dreamer   Just Another American Fall      So Drop Me A Line, If You Can Find The Time   I'd Love To Hear Just Where You'd Ended Up   Does Happiness Rest At Your Door   Do You Ever Think About Us Anymore      Just Another American Folk Song   Written For Another American Girl   Just Another American Dreamer   Just Another American Fall      So Bog Down With This Flesh And Bone   I'm Not Supposed To Feel Quite This Alone   Mrs. Clutter Watch Me Stutter, Step And Fall   I Haven't The Strength To Get Back Up   Cause I'm Empty Floating Loveless   Cut Me And I Bleed Only Dust      Just Another American Folk Song   Written For Another American Girl   Just Another American Dreamer   Just Another American Fall