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Out and By
03:08
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winter, out and by, oh metal field
oh river sky, oh corporeal
treeline pirouette, oh timber road
sundown silhouette, let it go
i didn’t know you were waiting
i didn’t know you were right in the middle of something
somebody’s saying, i didn’t know you were waiting
go knit the pall, all attracted to
as snow falls, light refracted through
polar standin larch, silent run of deer
spit of broken cloud, happy new year baby
i didn’t know you were waiting
i didn’t know you were right in the middle of something
somebody’s saying, i didn’t know you were waiting
didn’t know you were right in the middle of something
somebody’s saying, i didn’t know you were -
watch it walk out on us - us again
watch it walk out on us - us again
i didn’t know you were waiting
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2. |
Telluride
05:01
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not a footnote, no appendix, no annotated text
no suggested further reading list
nothing magic in the realism
doesn’t leave a lot of room for interpretation
you walked off like the Pistons in 91
not that it came as a surprise to anyone
you have a history of burying your history
but when the snow melts and you find your keys
the piles of penny, a comb and a frisbee
a burnt CD and written in Sharpie, just says “Road Trip”
i remember Telluride, all the wrongs we couldn’t right
i love you now on the other side
it’s just different
no instruction, no legend, no clever rhyming clues
no glossary to muddle through
no directions, no inset map
no carefully plotted geocache
that’s a fight I don’t wanna win
would you talk to me
you have a history of burying your history
you have a history with me
but when the snow melts
and the highways clear
wanna bet anything you’ll be on 95
driving out out of here
a tank of gas, a red knapsack
no intention of lookin back
what and where do you call home
are you gonna spend the rest of your life alone
i’m not sayin that’s bad or necessarily sad
just knowing you, it’s different
it's different
oh my friend i will follow you
through the darkness and the light
i will be there
i will be there
In the end
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Pockets Full
05:52
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static on my fingertips
remember how we sparked
remember when we stole tequila
snuck into the park
all of those bad decisions
all of those bad mistakes i made
all of those bad decisions
and all that long division
all of the love i tried to save
but when i told you i was going
you told me you would stay
and all your treasures filled my pockets
like pockets full of weights
remember hiding silver stones
instead of skipping across waves
you’d rather keep your treasures hidden
instead of throwing them away
all of those bad decisions
all of those bad mistakes i made
all of those bad decisions
and all that long division
all of the love i tried to save
but when i told you i was going
you told me you would stay
and all your treasures filled my pockets
like pockets full of weights
i saw your dark side
i saw your soft side
i saw you banged up
bent and blue
and i miss you
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There's a Place
05:51
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there’s a place, a house of memory
there’s a place, a room for forgetting
i can’t follow you all the way in but i will try
there’s a place
there’s a place, a house, a house of little things
a house of you and me
there’s a place, there’s a place
a room, a remembering
i can’t follow you all the way in, but i will try
there’s a place
sometimes i go, all alone, and sometimes
there’s a place, there’s a lake, green trees,
cotton candy sunset skies
there’s a place, at dawn, the places we are born
and the places where we die
i can’t follow you all the way in but i will try
there’s a place
sometimes i go, all alone, and sometimes
you go with me, and i’m with you, again
sometimes i wait sometimes i stay
too long now i know you’re gone
off and runnin on your own
i can’t follow you all the way in
but i will try, i will try
sometimes i go, all alone
there’s a place
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Thinkin About
03:56
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call my grama, tell her what she means to me
i still remember her piano bench and middle C
call my friend, hear about her new baby
one begins and ends and i'm standin in between
probably
maybe there is or isn’t a point to wondering why
but i’ll try
i was just thinkin about
years go slipping by
so we’re up on the roof
try to prove it all or somethin
i was just thinkin about
reasons to love this life
a starry night, your hand in mine
i can do this, one more time
i can do this
maybe there is or isn’t a point to wondering why
but I'll try
you can’t outrun it baby but you’ll try
you can’t outrun it baby but you’ll try
you can’t outrun it baby, you can’t out run it baby
you’ll die before you do, and me too, but we’ll try
i was just thinkin about
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