1. |
Far To Wander
01:55
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Keep yourself from dreaming
Breathing
Drinking fast
Sick of good intentions
Did I forget to mention that
I am not an honest man
Imagine that
Keep your distance
One word's enough to make me bleed
I'll send you packing,
Then crawl to touch your sleeve
You could never understand
Who I am
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2. |
Deserter
02:21
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Can you help me
Find my man?
He's taken off
To somewhere new again
No indication
He'd be gone
When I awoke at noon this Sunday
He left his sweaters
Blue and green
Set for somewhere warm
This time, it seems
He'll send a letter
Someday soon
Dressed intention
A token of gratitude
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3. |
No Comfort
02:30
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He came in earnest
Brandished his gun
Found it was useless
Nothing had been won
Ten-thousand secrets
Held to his chest
Rotting a hole there
No one knew him yet
No comfort
In books he'd read
No patience
For idle friends
He came the furthest
He'd ever been
No thoughts of pity
For any other men
No comfort
In tales he'd told
No patience
For new and old
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4. |
In My Car
02:19
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Been waiting--been waiting for your hand
Across the room
I've been wanting, watching
I'll drive you around
If you'll give me the chance
To get a--get a closer look
Sever the semblance, man
You can't smirk and sneer all night
Don't tell me you don't need a lift
And I don't care which terms you choose
I'm gonna get you in my car tonight
Been waiting--been waiting for your hand
Across the room
I've been wanting, watching
Do you bleed?
Do you know I'm burning?
To see the side of a passenger
You've got it all sussed out
Towers flushed with gold and green
You've got some pictures in your mind
Held last with nothing new
I'm gonna get you in my car tonight
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5. |
Any Other
04:00
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She packs up her bags
And she listens
To the picture-pure lines
She'd been given
And she'd like to believe
That the blood on her hands
Doesn't belong to someone else
She played her dues
In the summer
Felt she was unlike
Any other
She sang 'Hickory Wind,'
Shaking hands in the city
But she knew that it couldn't last
Trading life for a pat on the back
She packs up her bags
And she wonders
If she was ever unlike
Any other
Now harmonies sound temporary
And the melody's not as good as it seems
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6. |
Last Verses
02:37
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She couldn't keep herself
From thinking
What if the horrors
She'd been dreaming
Weren't so far from the truth?
Nothing spoken
Nothing new
She'd been toiling
In the bedroom
Drowning deadbeats
In her perfume
Wrapped in sheets,
She looked so pure
Folded linen like before
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7. |
Wandering Belle
02:24
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Took another winter
She'd been waiting for the door
To open wide, unprompted
Like it always had before
Air had never felt so cold
This far from home
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