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Room In The City
04:11
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I’ve been out on the road drinking coffee
In every truck stop and every same little town
I watch the clouds disappear cause their embarrassed
By the blue that follow them around
In the clouds I stop to wonder what you’re doing
Are you sitting on your porch singing songs
About the dreams that you had while you were sleeping
How I wish that I was sleeping in your arms
We’ve got a room in the city
It’s yellow walls keep me company
Did you think I’d be out here feeling lonely?
If I said I thought so too it’d be a lie
When I talk to you it’s hard to be withholding
And I was born to chase this blue out of my eyes
In the still I often wonder about your breathing
I rise and fall to its rhythm late at night
Clay canyons turn to plaster in my grieving
And our ceiling overtakes the sky
We’ve got a room in the city
It’s yellow walls keep me company
Shadow mountains and the pale green rivers
Drifting in and out of windy highway sounds
Copper colors and some lonely search for meaning
Keep me comin back and turning right around
We’ve got a room in the city
It’s yellow walls keep me company
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2. |
Rapture
04:33
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Some awful rapture
of noise held you captured
And broke my stare
You said it came from there,
up there on the stairs
No more than a second
that mystery beckoned
your feet to climb
While I stayed behind,
I held worry on my mind
You don’t know how fire works
it burns too slow you’ll lose it
You don’t know how fire works
It dies until you feed it
You dug through the floorboards
for some kind of folklore
you heard before
The newspaper was torn
and the match burned bright
How I couldn’t fathom
this loose hanging phantom
your fingers wore
So yellow in hue,
It was nothing I knew
You don’t know how fire works
it burns too slow you’ll lose it
You don’t know how fire works
It dies until you feed it
You laugh at my temper
your eyes like December
so cold and blue
You were smiling too,
I was jealous of you
Still to this day
you’ve been lighting your way
with the pages you burn
While others read theirs first,
see how bright you can shine
You don’t know how fire works
it burns too slow you’ll lose it
You don’t know how fire works
It dies until you feed it
Come some lonely evening
when these embers go leaving
Me bitter and cold
We’ll watch our bodies grow old,
you’ll hear me whisper you were right
You’ll laugh at my sorrow
so empty and hollow I was such a fool
That I knew better than you
Making up all those rules
You don’t know how fire works
it burns too slow you’ll lose it
You don’t know how fire works
It dies until you feed it
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3. |
Corners
04:26
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It’s times like these I wish I couldn’t keep you,
Tucked within the corners of my mind
Still today I wish I never claimed to
Walk a straight line anytime I like
I wonder if I called you,
would it be alright
to say I loved you
Morning hasn’t broken since I told you
I could use some time to make it right
Now you’re just a whisper, just a notion
Just a story I can read at night
The clouds move slower then they ever seemed to
Still they find a way to pass me by
My friends though they wonder what I’m used to
To love a man who never treats me right
I wonder if I called you
would it be alright
to say I loved you
I tried to take the time to love another
Just a friend that I could cling to tight
His eyes they spoke with hunger and devotion
But they’re not the eyes in the corner of my mind
I wonder if I called you,
would it be alright
To say I loved you
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4. |
Watching Planes Go By
05:59
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Michael blames his broken foot on lost time
Sitting by the window watching planes go by
In the morning light, in the morning light
Rock n’ Roll pours out the radio
Taking shape of sunken hills and ufos
Watching planes go by, watching planes go by
In the early morning here she comes
Watch the sky break open see her run
Watching planes go by
Watching planes go by
Michael take it slow and sweet
soon you’ll be on your feet
Autumn leaves turn to yellow
and green turns to jealousy
Watching days go by, watching days go by
Ego trips like sunken ships washed ashore
Salted galleons bold and brass you can’t ignore
Feel the rivers rise
Feel the rivers rise
In the early morning here she comes
Watch the sky break open see her run
Watching planes go by
Watching planes go by
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5. |
Song For A Season
04:03
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Where you been to?
Where you been to?
Said the cold covered ground
Natures growing
without my knowing
I’d like to be somebody else
I’d like to be somebody else
Still my love for you it grows
Still my love for you it grows
Those holy prophets
With empty pockets
Only visible to you
Their silver bow strings
play songs of old kings
And they play in the light of the moon
Hear them play in the light of the moon
And still my love for you it grows
Still my love for you it grows
Songs are chosen
And often broken
Try to put it together again
But winters lonely
and someone told me
That the fames gonna get to your head
That the fame’s gonna get to your head
still my love for you it grows
Still my love for you it grows
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6. |
Long Way From Home
04:42
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I was praying today that I was a wolf
And I was a long long way from home
You asked for a tree whose roots wouldn’t grow
So I drag my feet heavy across your floor
I’ll ride you down
breaking the earth
Bitter in doubt
But we’ll make it work
Your voice was still as a mountain, below
Echoing church bells was my approach
Red colored hand by the side of the road
I’d rather be lonely than on my own
I’ll ride you down
stomping the earth
Bitter in doubt
What’s your love worth
I was hoping today that I’d dig a hole
With hands on your knees you watch me work
Down in the ground it’s empty and cold
I’m burying secrets I haven’t told
I’ll ride you down
stomping the earth
Bitter in doubt
but we’ll make it work
I was praying today I was a wolf
and I was a long long way from home
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7. |
Canyon Lines
04:38
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I’ll leave it up to you
said the woman by the door
No matter how you choose
it’s all the same
Has it always, has it always been this way?
She works for the Highway
and she doesn’t seem to mind
That the road all around is filled with debris
Empty cans cigarettes
she laughs alone at what she sees
She says the rhythm of the headlights
bouncing off those concrete walls
creates a light in the spaces too dark to see
Jealousy you get the best, you get the best of me
She lost a bet down at the roadhouse
she said her face holds canyon lines
Wearing down all the Whiteness in her teeth
But she’s smoking cigarettes
and she’s broke as she can be
What do they know?
What do they know?
The sun sets its chin on her Highway
so black and bare
When she hears a song
like an old friend coming to
Dark corners turn to canyons
just like she always knew
What do they know?
What do they know?
What do they know?
What do they know?
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8. |
Smile
05:10
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With your note stuffed in my pocket
A smile spread across my face
I pretend it doesn’t matter
When I read that you wont stay
I guess I could have left the light on
Or stayed awake to see you home
But good intentions go unnoticed
And I fare better on my own
I was struggling to walk a straight line
When I met you months ago
I thought by now I’d be much better
At being loved and letting go
But words can start to look familiar
When all I wanted was a change
But I found a home with in it
And I loved you all the same
I guess I could have left the light on
Or told you I was so unsure
But still the wind it blew you my way
And it didn’t matter anymore
I let the silence come between us
And I let my pride take its place
But I’ve still got your note for reading
When your gone and on your way
I guess I never had no patience
For doing things a different way
I guess I could have left a light on
With a smile on my face
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9. |
Welcome Song
05:01
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As I was laying on my floor
Hiding dreams from the t.v.
I heard a knocking at my door
While my eyes faked sleeping
Outside the door your feet were found
I didn’t move or make a sound
I’ll cover up your welcome song
Drown it out completely
And sure as hell you’ll see me run
On feet thought to be forgiving
Into the door you sang so clear
Into the floor I disappear
All that you give
all that you give
It leaves you so tired
All that you give
All that you give
It leaves you so tired
I’ll build you up I’ll build you down
The circle always spinning
Like tired eyes sit small and round
Or tiny time bombs turning
You give it back and it comes unwound
Nothing you keep stays as it’s found
All that you give
All that you give
It leaves you so tired
All that you give
All that you give
It leaves you so tired
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10. |
Wildageeses
03:24
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And now I see the wind
Coming from Northwest
And I hear those honkers again
On their rounding quest
Over lords valley I roll like a ball
And in the wind I hear them call
Wild goose loose goose
I count them all
Yonder stepping that old white walking wolf
Hungry as always
Long legs and long legs and tail
And a long long wail
I had an old goose and I tried to keep her
But she awake and I the sleeper
She flew away and left me the weeper
But there ain’t no chill cold wind
Blowing through our love nest
And I hear your heartbeat again
In the wilderness
I had an old goose and I tried to claim her
It’s only in the wildness can you name her
It’s only in the wildness can you tame her
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