1. |
Weathervane
03:45
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oh my new england
borders bent backlit
underneath a hollow moon
and busted ridge
held under black skies
and galaxies that shake
shivering stars that drop like dice
into daybreak
but who’s gonna hold you now
now that the world comes heavy
who’s gonna hold you now
now that the heart lies down
you’re a weathervane
spinning round
how quick the sunlight
sneaks into a room
picks out shapes to rearrange
the afternoon
and pillars of clouds
ontario my friend
as winter kicks the door down
on november again
chorus
go tip the clocks back
and pack your summer clothes
now it’s dark when you leave for work
and it’s dark when you get back home
and shadows of snowflakes
thick like postage stamps
in the glow of living rooms
and value village lamps
chorus
and i don’t think you
need anyone to hold you now
and i don’t think you
need anyone to hold you now
and i don’t think you
need anyone
at all
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2. |
So Impossible
04:59
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in the grass watching the wind
the awning sags and lifts again
the cars speed up the hill
zoning out on a sunny day
the world doesn’t seem so bad
in springtime anyway
but it’s bad still
dig a hole in the pouring rain
try our best and crumple all the same
but i believe in you
the stories that we paint on trains
rushing by in growing pains
i know we’ll plant a tree
something new and evergreen
something left to outlast you
and outlast me
one day we’ll go
so impossible
chorus
this is not a cry for help
this is really something else
this is me
a version of grief
a small discovery
worth keeping
just outside the grocery store
waiting for the next big open door
i guess it’s gone
pat your pockets down for change
the bus pulls up a chance to pay
and then start moving on
fall asleep holding a drink
the sun goes down a cavalcade of pink
a miracle
the planet spins you ding your stop
one block early feeling like a walk
the night is beautiful
so impossible
chorus
running rampant
smashing stained glass walls
let the nighttime in
to fill the halls
i believe in you
this is me
a version of grief
a small discovery
ain’t nothing
and this is us
a version of trust
the boom and bust
of a love
worth something
to me
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3. |
Empty Hands
04:32
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oh tamaracks are leaning back
in silent sentinel
they stretch their arms around the farms
branches dipped in gold
and you and me are only people
walking down the road
fighting off the cold
a mack truck pulls a flatbed full
of logs that rattle by
us sitting off the shoulder now
it splits the yellow line
doesn’t seem to see us
doesn’t even dim its brights
just red rectangle taillights
punching through the night
and oh now hold me close
don’t let go
oh i know i know you’re leaving me
empty hands and no reply
oh it sucks to say goodbye
the timberwolves are circling
their breath in little puffs
padding down the needles
through the downy underbrush
while pups are nestled warm
against their mothers in the duff
they got em by the scruff
we used to sleep like that
a couple worn in puzzle pieces
wrapped up in the flags of youth
naive and still believing in
the possibilities
hey are they even out there still
caught between your golden dreams
and the impossible
chorus
but if you can
you should
do some good
oh we try and we try
and we try
chorus
oh now hold me close
closer so
oh i don’t want to lose you baby
empty hands
and no reply
it sucks to say goodbye
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4. |
Sweet Note Sung
04:40
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there’s a sweet note sung
birds and buffalo
there’s a clothesline hung
balconies old film marquees
bumblebees my chest
light in my shoes
what was that line from the news
do you believe in love
there’s a memory
certain towns and toys
they didn’t tear down their cities
pretty sure all your clothes are in some attic too
nostalgia you get high on that
and fast the feeling dies
i used to wince and wonder why
then i realized all our meanings change
and the contexts fade
they fade they fade
there’s an afternoon
golden light slivered in green
you love new hampshire
late september
scarves and coats
and chimney smoke
home
the tender creaking pines
dappled backyards glow
some leopard throw
dark purple shadows
blistering sunshine here
there’s everything in this
small here
there’s everything in this
in this
blue sky over rooftops
and black over blue
it’s always up there on top of you
the universe crushing blue sky
over rooftops
and black over blue
where all this something is nothing
and maybe something again
or maybe nothing at all
or maybe nothing at all
don’t let go
it’s maybe nothing at all
but don’t let go
there’s a sweet note sung
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