1. |
Nowhere to Hide
05:38
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I am trying to fall asleep
The bars closing down
Always a 3am rush
Now it's time to wake up
But the same as during the day, is there some way
To be out here and not be seen
Does it seem strange to the people passing by
There's nowhere to hide
I'm trying to think abstractly
Reading out words that move me
Down by the creek
I feel embarrassed
Trying to not keep one eye open
Are you seeing what I see
But there's certain things to say
To get him to listen
When he starts thinking
About his place under the stars
No new ideas
No progress to show
Nowhere to go
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2. |
No Conversation
03:40
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No conversation
Just high lonesome songs
We sing about
Things we'd never say out loud
Everything you say
Makes the room look at the ground
I had questions
For the Tuesday evening crowd
I am the reason
for the lack of communication
I could be
Part of the basement scene
You don't have to speak
Or leave for anything
No conversation
Just droning summer days
I'll just wait
For the caller-outs to go
away
I am the reason
for the lack of communication
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3. |
Half Circles
04:08
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I won't be here for too long
But this could take years
Of short winter days
Make out the shape of the treeline from
Half circles on the sidewalk with the smokers
You can't keep this up forever can you
Does your art suffer
Does it make it better?
You can't keep this up forever can you
Don't ask
Don't make me say no
How's your week been since
The dark corner booth on
Tuesday night, by now, a crowd back at home
Just don't go
Half circles on the rooftop with the smokers
You can't keep this up forever can you
Does your art suffer
Does it make it better?
You can't keep this up forever can you
Don't ask
Don't make me say no
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4. |
Always More
03:30
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There's always more to see
Always more to do
Day to day is fine with me
The rocks and what's underneath
Their baby's on the way
Seems more everyday
Phone call on the porch
Never know what to say
Back home I'll leave again
And won't let the day end
Come in, it's freezing cold
It's almost tomorrow
It's the feeling you can't shake
Making plans and walk away
Just want to live in a place
Where I can walk to have a drink
They have your picture on the door
We can't go there anymore
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5. |
Patiently
03:03
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Nothing here is mine anymore
Don't see the way that I used to see
It's making plans to get rid of me
The brave ones are watching patiently
Send the signal when I finally leave
Any other place could feel like this one
Roots push up through the cracks in sidewalks
The scene recreated faithfully
The brave ones are watching patiently
Send the signal when I finally leave
Just let me pass through with you
Just let me help. Please tell me what to do
Stop saying this is the last time
It's nothing you get to decide
The line moves sometimes just for me
The brave ones are watching patiently
Send the signal when I finally leave
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6. |
Let it Pass
01:20
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7. |
Go Getter
04:04
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Not so insignificant
Brushstrokes to capture the day
We are watching it begin
Hold out your hand. Don't step away
The sun will be blinding you
There was never morning shade
This might hang on the wall
Of a real go getter
Whose problems are greater
Than our walk home weather
Try to understand the time that would drag
From here to yours, always feeling tired
Then I'm spinning in the back
Rip out the page, think out loud alone
It's no less profound than to just try
To go finish this at home
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8. |
Same Day
03:04
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Not above every little problem
Getting by but dragging days behind
2 o'clock sun breaking through the bottom
of the back door
Dried up well of time and energy
I show up burned out every single time
Not above drinking alone
How far away do I have to go
To get away from faces that I know
For just one night
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9. |
Get Some Rest
04:18
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Stretch my back, lift my knees
To the top and back down in record time
Only move, the slowest time of day
Can't be seen, cant be spoken of
A few more days
A quiet escape
Get some rest
For the job you hate
Push along, the river now, most days
To feel alone finally outside in the street
Break routine. It helps when days won't slow
Break routine. It helps when days won't slow
A few more days
A quiet escape
Get some rest
For the job you hate
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10. |
Unfamiliar
02:18
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Oh beautiful, unfamiliar stretch of river
The feeling always passes but feels everlasting
Just some days
Some years
Yeah I know
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