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Good To See You
04:49
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Hit the button if you please
I think I'm going up now to find me some peace
What's your name son and where you from?
I think I did a gig there once when I was young
There was a cafe filled with books
You could smoke a cigarette without getting look
And all the people were happy to talk, talk awhile
You could say hey to a stranger and end up walking, walking for miles
It's good to see you
It's good to be seen
It's good to see you
Are you working or are you playing or are you just running away
I've done more than my fair share of all the above
Most of it fueled by some confusing version of love
And when reason and the bottom fell out
I should have paid more attention to the voice that needed to shout
It's good to see you
It's good to be seen
It's good to see you
It's good to be seen
Say Mister don't I know you from that show last night
You were beating those drums and holding on to the ride of your life
I've got more miles behind me with less and less on the books
They've been selling me that view my whole life
Figured I'd go take a look
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Borderline Origami
04:21
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In a farmhouse parlor draped with gold curtains
An old Texan's guitar drifts out from the speaker
The wallpaper stares while whistles from a window
accompany the voices that left long ago
On an old refrigerator taped newspaper clippings
Of cousins and grandkids and a famous 'used to be'
There's a handwritten letter folded up on the table
With the overdue bills and the outgoing mail
It's what was handed down that decorates this tomb
Borderline Origami folded into the room
When the lie becomes gospel it's hard to refute
Borderline Origami you did the best that you could
It gets hard to breathe in this air of denial
Forgetting doesn't work well anymore
For the child who gave up and stopped sending pictures
It was easier to just move along
She had made the child a reason to stay in this world
The singer felt cheated when he finally came to know
Now the distance increases and the pain has grown cold
It was all in a letter never sent long ago
It's what was handed down that decorates this tomb
Borderline Origami folded into the room
When the lie becomes gospel its hard to refute
Borderline Origami you did the best that you could
Borderline Origami you did the best that you could
Borderline Origami you did the best that you could
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Census
04:00
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What do you mean my credits no good?
I filled the forms out like you said I should
I looked you in the eye and stayed in my chair
You say your sorry then pretend to care
You know I work twice as hard as you
Nothing to prove it's because I have to
No room for error and no room to fail
I'm just a child of God and not the one that's pale
I'm tired
I'm tired of trying to be seen
In your eyes
Like another human being
While we're at it what's this law you passed
The one to keep us from breaking glass
It seems to me like your on the run
Trying to keep ahead of a setting sun
I'm tired
I'm tired of trying to be seen
In your eyes
Like another human being
You count the families and you count the towns
You count the names you can still pronounce
Change some rules to move the party lines
Blame it on the left and you call it your right
I'm tired
I'm tired of trying to be seen
In your eyes
Like another human being
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Layover
04:28
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Fell asleep during takeoff
and dreamed a thousand dreams
Some unfinished business
Some pleasant and some serene
Came to on a crosswind
stared out across the wing
If this bird could fly forever
it'd be all right with me
Layover
I'm just passing thru
Stayover
Don't mind if I do
The Captain mentions something
We're still looking for a gate
Think I'll call up an angel
She won't mind if I'm late
Layover
I'm just passing thru
Stayover
Don't mind if I do
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When your young you choose a story
And read it over and over again
When your done you see a picture
Your telling tales and making sounds with your hands
What is not to love
What is not to love about a flower
When your happy you steal a moment
And play it over and over again
When your done you wish for more
More than you need and bribe yourself with big plans
What is not to love
What is not to love about a flower
When your sad the world comes crashing down
Like a rainstorm soaking you through
Makes you heavy drying takes a long long time
When you grow
What you see are all new pictures
Like the ones you thought up long ago
You know the ones the ones that dried up
Still in a book piled on the floor
What is not to love
What is not to love about a flower
What is not to love
What's not to love about a flower
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Thrills
04:46
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I've been flying way too close to the ground
Like an angel or a hawk going down for a kill
I'm just a thrill or two away from the end
Your the first one that I called
And the last one that I hoped would see through it all
I've been drifting through the halls of your heart
Like the Starling shift and waltz
Straight past the speed of sound
Your the first one that I called
And the last one that I hoped would see through it all
I'm a hurricane in the passing line
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
I'm a hurricane in the passing lane
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
I've been flying way to close to the sun
A burning angel who found their way into a psalm
I'm just a thrill or two away from the end
Your the first one that I called
And the last one that I hoped would see me fall
I'm a hurricane in the passing lane
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
I'm a hurricane in the passing lane
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
I'm a hurricane in the passing lane
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
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Spinning Tires
03:33
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Some days are like a sentence
Some days are like a gift
Every day we take our chances
Measure the fall and hope for a lift
Somehow we all show up for each other
And convince ourselves its all for the best
I've spent my life spinning tires
Different jobs and a little college
I pay the bills and remember the highlights
Thank my stars when the weekend arrives
Somehow the TV, boxes and clutter
Remind us all we need more and more
To fill up the distance in between us
And pacify this hungry lie
There's a sign on the highway selling me Jesus
Another sign is selling me guns
I want to know what lies between them
The lottery jackpot or an exit to run
Somehow love keeps pulling me backwards
Into a life filled with little comforts
Where I can sit and dream of something
That takes away all of my doubt
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Robbery
03:49
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Rogue waves fell one after the other
Filled our lungs and held us under
It was so hard to breathe
Like a robbery of the strangest kind
A loss of blood and beautiful minds
We were left holding the bag
Heavy days like heavy does
Numb to the numbers with no help from above
I see the signs all over the lawns
The news was endless you couldn't unsee it
We watched the country break on our little TV's
The blues was back but was it ever really gone?
And down on palm screen street where the zombies meet
Scalping tickets to scrollers and low brow trollers
Step right up and watch the truth die
Heavy days just like heavy does
Numb to the numbers with no help from above
I see the signs all over the lawns
Me, I'm in my cups
With one good crutch looking over my shoulder
I'm singing for my supper
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Gift
06:44
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Hanging out with myself makes me kind of nervous
A long look at this face puts me out of service
All the things I've said and done right from the start
Became a regimen deep inside my heart
Your gift is that you lift
All of this weight off my shoulders
Now we pass through the days like old friends stuck in our ways
Talk is light while we both have lots we need to say
All the things we've said and done to play the part
Became a sediment deep within our heart
Your gift is that you lift
All this weight off of my shoulder
Your gift is that you lift
All this weight off of my shoulder
I don't have the patience to stay so stationed
I don't have the time to read between the lines
We lost our way somewhere in the cold day to day
We hold on tight to what we've made trying to preserve love
Letting go of all the weight that came before us
Your gift is that you lift
All of this weight off of my shoulder
Your gift is that you lift
All of this weight off of my shoulder
Your gift is that you lift
Your gift is that you lift
Your gift is that you lift
Your gift is that you lift
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Little Painted Scenes
04:05
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The space between the head and the heart is a lonely place to be
A solitary penitentiary
I remember the sun and the birds who traced the sky
We rolled around and watched them fly on by
Tracking motion so Devine
Echoes in the hall like sirens in the fog
stories of the ones who got away
Real time heartbreak decay
Now I paint little scenes on the walls surrounding me
Depicting life never meant for me imaginary television screens
Unlocking the sun and the birds returning one by one
Trace the lines of possibility slipping into spaces in between
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