That Mountain

This one, specifically:

Phoenix’s east valley is dominated by the Superstition Mountains, a range that, unlike the Rockies, is a great square block of jagged peaks for miles. The one in the photo is the edge, looming over Apache Junction. It has, as far as I can find, no name, which boggles, don’t it?

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Not True Enough

chorus
you asked me if I loved you
I wasn’t lying when I said yes
the way my hands are shaking as I write this letter now
it wasn’t quite true enough I guess

verse 1
I came in from the wilderness to live with you in town
you craved that faster life and brighter lights
your hand slipped out of mine when you were dancing
wasn’t long before I slipped out of your nights

chorus
you asked me if I loved you
I wasn’t lying when I said yes
the way my hands are shaking as I write this letter now
it wasn’t quite true enough I guess

verse 2
I was rough and it got rougher
the more I tried the worse it got
my head and hands and heart could only do so much
a man can’t be what he’s not

chorus
you asked me if I loved you
I wasn’t lying when I said yes
the way my hands are shaking as I write this letter now
it wasn’t quite true enough I guess

bridge
love is not love if all it wants to do
is change a man ’cause he ain’t good enough
it shouldn’t bring a tempest down as Billy Bard would say
and block out all the stars a sailor wants to see above

verse 3
there’s a cabin out up on the mountain
built by a man who thought he was in love
I’ll go there and I’ll try to find the peace I used to know
’cause whatever I feel now just ain’t enough

chorus
you asked me if I loved you
I wasn’t lying when I said yes
the way my hands are shaking as I write this letter now
it wasn’t quite true enough I guess

performance notes
banjo
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bridge Em