1. |
walking away
01:38
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No one's ever home
up in my head
or in our apartment
or in my bed
where I sleep all day
Books I never read
dusty on the floor
halfway to the end
when I gave up to gaze
far away out the window
Soon
you and me
separately
walking away
towards another day
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2. |
montana
04:05
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Bozeman, Montana
has been stuck in my head for days
the people I met there
have since all scattered far away
we used to spend everything together
to work or play
from every mountain top
we watched the horizon fade
Every night we drank at 7,000 feet
the moment stopped
each time we kissed under the trees
we walked for days
without money we didn't need
we haven't spoke
for months but still have all the
Memories of dirty pants
and ticks in the laundry basket
we drove on for hours
without seeing the turn when we passed it
the food stamps and empty cans
that put alcohol in our glasses
the second hand shoes and food bank meals
were great while they lasted
There must be a way back
there must be a way
when I've been stuck in West Des Moines
for over three days
the hours I worked
weren't worth what they paid
when I've been stuck in Buffalo
for ninety-two days
no time for inspection
I cannot delay
I cannot wait to head back west
another cold day
Rapid City, South Dakota
headed your way
coming through from West Des Moines
been stuck for three days
Every night we drank at 7,000 feet
the moment stopped
each time we kissed under the trees
we walked for days
without money we didn't need
we haven't spoke
for months but still have all the
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3. |
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how do you see?
how did you come to see
the world this way?
why do you believe
what isn't real?
how can you breath
and feel okay about
the air you steal?
why must we conceive
to feel someone?
was it the pages in a book?
a man in robes with no hair?
they read me stories in the night
that make me afraid to approach
anyone in the light of the day
back then in the back room
I was putting on a robe when you touched my shoulder
smelling of the essence of gods
I can't remember
how you got my to go to my knees that December
smelling of camphor and lies
it was the pages in a book
a man in robes with no hair
they read me stories in the night
that make me afraid to approach
anyone in the light of the day
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4. |
on sunday
03:01
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yesterday I felt one way
today I feel another way
on Sunday I worship the devil
on other days I worship myself
yesterday I played the guitar
today I just stared at the wall
tomorrow I'll play whatever
next year I'll play nothing at all
yesterday I played an old song
today I missed every call
tomorrow I'll forget everthing
dancing with you in the hall
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