1. |
Life in a Straight Line
03:29
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I woke up on the edge of a silence
waiting for an earthquake to roar
Never been less alone in this world
But I want more
And I know I've got time
to figure out how to live my life in a straight line
and I'll be fine
I'm just scared I'll never find
how to be brave and be kind
Closed up all the loops I started
Knots tied tight to the floor
Ahead is an emptiness
waving from the edge of nevermore
I know I've got time
to figure out how to live my life in a straight line
but I'll be fine
I'm just scared I'll never find
how to be brave and be kind
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2. |
Three Words
04:09
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I've got a lot of stale air in my lungs
and I've got three words on the tip of my tongue
and I've sung
them all before
you grew so old
and I grew so young
The stupid gruesome truth that you'll soon see
is the way that hot air just sort of leaks out of me
I'm your enemy
and I'm ignored
you saw the paper
and I saw the trees
and I've got a lot to say, I really do
I just don't know where it goes when I try to tell you
there's a vault inside my mind
where my thoughts go to die
I've got a lot of stale air in my lungs
and I've got three words on the tip of my tongue
and I've sung
them all before
you grew so old
and I grew so young
I've got a lot of stale air in my lungs
and I've got three words on the tip of my tongue
This isn't fun
and I'm a bore
You knew me so well
and I knew you none
and I've got a lot to say, I really do
I just don't know where it goes when I try to tell you
there's a vault inside my mind
where my thoughts go to die
Wait for me
I'm looking for holy water in the sea
Wait for me
I'm just looking for holy water in the sea
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3. |
My Elijah
04:33
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Joe, you know the truth
I don't need you the way I did in the dark heart of my youth
Joe, I know the roots
that grew into this soil of mine are still part of you too
But I have a place set for you, an empty chair at my table
Oh, my Elijah, won't you come back home?
Won't you come over for a drink at least?
Because I still dream about you sometimes on the nights when I've been crying
And I still think about you all the time, but not with burns on my skin
Joe, I'm slow to heal
it's hard for me not to get sentimental about my scars
Joe, don't go just yet
there's still time for me try to see how you grieve when you're alone
But I have a place set for you, an empty chair at my table
Oh, my Elijah, won't you come back home?
Won't you come over for a drink at least ?
Because I still dream about you sometimes on the nights when I've been crying
And I still think about you all the time, but not with burns on my skin
Joe, it's no surprise
That even though my heart forgot, my head still holds on tight
Joe, it's so absurd
I closed this book five years ago but remember every word
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4. |
A Single Thread
03:20
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You're already in bed
I've heard you snore a hundred times
I'm not sure where you go
when you drift away at night
I'm sleeping on your side
A pillow hugging your body
I feel like a boy in high school
and you don't even know
but I
I don't want this to end
No I
I don't want this to end
I've slipped away from help
ducked out under open arms
a single thread tied to you
wrapped around your finger
And I
I don't want this to end
No I
I don't want this to end
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5. |
New England
03:26
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I took a train
to find the part of me
I left in Maine
Rode through the damp blur
of rain and evergreens
of old New Hampshire
My ghosts still haunt
the backroad memories
all through Vermont
Sunk by loose lips
I pass the sunken ships
of Massachusetts
If my old New England
were a four-hundred-year-old man
I'd say, “Look how much I loved you
Look how long I've lived in your hands”
With his prophetic wit
he'd say, “Gregory
you'll die in Connecticut”
When I'm old and dry-skinned
I'll seek the windy coast
of east Rhode Island
If my old New England
were a four-hundred-year-old man
I'd say, “Look how much I loved you
Look how long I've lived in your hands”
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6. |
Pulled from the Land
04:48
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Fog rolls softly over the mountains like cotton,
brushing over leaves and branches in the sun
tumbling onto the glassy-eyed water,
where it floats on the surface, gliding away from dawn
A bow cuts through the water, canvas catches the wind
and sails along the cliffside of the bay.
Twenty-seven box cars hum along the ridge
a horn echoes far across the lake, to where we sleep
Here we are, the summer's long and fireflies will glide
all along the stream that flows, ever shimmering, through the trees
and though all of this will fade into memory, at least for now
we have it all in the palms of our hands
and the psalms we pull from the land
Across the lake, a mile away, a dormant house awakes
coffee drips, and fists rub sand from eyes
quiet laughter punctuates hushed voices in the kitchen
where walls don't meet the ceiling for fear of being alone
Out across the peninsula, hills roll into mountains
a house of wood and stone, newborn inside a forest
where wildflowers spill into birches, cedar and pine
and the land seems to yawn as if awaking for the first time
Here we are, the summer's long and fireflies will glide
all along the stream that flows, ever shimmering, through the trees
and though all of this will fade into memory, at least for now
we have it all in the palms of our hands
and the psalms we pull from the land
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7. |
Cardinal Song
04:28
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