If i could choose one of my favourite songs to own as though i wrote it myself, it might be this one:

out here when you light a smoke on the porch you can hear the paper burning the moon is the only light; in the silence you can hear it turning down over the ridge by the highway you hear the cars come and fade it’s like that out here, you can hear things from miles out and miles away/ out here i make the only human light, i am the only human sound it’s my privilege to lie awake at night and think of what i lost, hope for what might be found out here you find out who your friends are when the darkness comes to kill the day there’s an ache in every corner of the heart for the ones who are miles away/ out here there’s always work to be done and i do what i can came down to a choice: love or run. i ran winter will come and get a hold on my heart and i will long for your touch wonder what kind of fool am i, why’d i leave it if i loved it so much?
i will call you, struggle for the words to say swear that i am working on what keeps me miles away/ out here it’s not as bad as i tell it — got your rocks, rivers, trees
nothing comes easily but what does has brought at last a little peace out here it’s so silent you can hear your heart talking one day that heart might tell you which way to go, and you might start walking/ you know that i will, know that i will – ‘out here’ peter mulvey