1. |
For The Road
03:24
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And I was passing the exit sign,
heading out or turning home again
You keep an eye on the prize,
the other on a way to cash it in
Always in the back of my mind, always in the back of my mind,
but now we're pulling in
What's that they say about dreaming?
You gotta wake to win
I had my hand on the wheel
The other on a bottle and a pen
It was a long road to fake,
lately I'll take anything but skin
And I've got hands that shake,
everything is achin' from within
Always in the back of my mind, always in the back of my mind
Always in the back of mind
But now we're pulling in
Can you believe in me?
Some nights I can't even lift my voice
And I've known all along,
when I go it's gonna be my choice
I am this awful case,
anything for anyone my friend
But I am tired, I am fading fast,
And One More Dollar may be my last,
I can't escape this without looking back
But now we're pulling in . . .
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2. |
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Well I don't wanna be here in the city, not while you are gone
I'm gonna tuck myself away
A couple hours down the road will do, I've got a friend
whose got a job or two he'll give to me
I'm excited for your future, I'm excited for your stay,
I'm excited cause I knew ya'd do it,
But I really got to say
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away,
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away
So now I'm living in an art shed with a stairway to my bed,
I pay my rent to a British man,
The ceiling's paint like the rainbow that let Noah know, "It's alright!"
And I'm doing what I can
I'm excited for my future, I'm excited for my stay,
I'm excited cause I knew I'd do it,
But I really got to say
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away,
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away,
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away,
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away,
It ain't easy to love the one you're with when she's away
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3. |
Letters to Emily
03:38
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There's nothing like yesterday's light,
to tell you how I feel,
I wrote you a tune from Get Well Soon Town
I just can't seem to heal right,
I won't let it get me down
I woke up this morning anew
When you know yourself, you don't have to run from what helps
You don't have to slow down yourself
Running to the tarmac, with a flashlight in your teeth
Mail me seeds of mercy for when I hit the ground,
help me turn the plot around
Nothing here can hurt me, not if I write it down
I woke up this morning and knew
When you know yourself, you don't have to run from what helps
You don't have to slow down yourself
When you know yourself, you don't have to run from what helps
You don't have to slow down yourself
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4. |
Oh, Alaina
03:49
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Happiness is the same as sin, except for the lack of shame
We knew summer wouldn't end when we wanted it to,
I wanted to stay with you
But the plan was not in my hands,
though you were whenever I had the chance
I knew we were tickin', I just wish I wasn't so smitten with you
Loneliness is a still-born twin, rackin' round my brain
Singing songs I thought we would dance to, screaming out,
"You had a chance to"
There's a choice in every change
This life I know you crave will come but not without a cost
If only one is not enough I know I'll have to stay away
I know dreams are meant to be chased,
even when they're out of place,
and you're the one who showed me courage, I don't doubt you for a second
In time the worst of it fades,
put trust in those who stay,
cause love is like a broken clock, it always tells you when it stops,
it always tells you when it stops and some things never seem to break
And it's strange how things are basically the same,
I just don't ask you questions anymore
Oh Alaina, I've been spending all my time alone
with thoughts of you, how'd you get so tangled in my life?
Oh Alaina, I've been trying to wrap my mind around
how things could be so perfect, but that don't mean it's fine
Oh Alaina, I've been spending all my time alone
with thoughts of you, how'd you get so tangled in my life?
Oh Alaina, I've been trying to wrap my mind around
how things could be so perfect, but that don't mean it's fine
Oh Alaina, I've been spending all my time alone
with thoughts of you, how'd you get so tangled in my life?
Oh Alaina, I've been spending all my time alone
with thoughts of you, how'd you get so tangled in my life?
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5. |
Most Nights
04:40
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Well I'm sick and tired of waiting on my ass here
and I've run out of reasons to stay
Been from Prague to the Bayou and back dear
and I still got my rent to pay
I know there's a family who loves me
but they're scared to let my old ways go
And I guess I'll be back for a minute or two
but I can't ever call it my home
Not everyone you know is a saint dear,
not everything they say is law
Most nights I come back to the same deal,
the road goes on and on and it's never been wrong
Ooh, ooh, and it's never been wrong
Ooh, ooh, and it's never been wrong
There's a voice in my head and it just talks shit
and I've always thought it was mine
For it knows me well, it can always tell
what I'm doing wrong with my life
But a voice that hurts and that holds you back
is the work of a world in decline
And I can't keep feeding it's demons,
I'm just doing what I can to survive
Not everyone you know is a saint dear,
not everything they say is law
Most nights I come back to the same deal,
the road goes on and on and it's never been wrong
Ooh, ooh, and it's never been wrong
Ooh, ooh, and it's never been wrong
Well a rich man has so much to lose dear
and a poor man has so much to gain
I'm doing fine in the middle
and I'm just tryna keep it that way
There is love in this life if you treat it right,
if not I wouldn't be here today
But it's still your choice, you can choose your voice
just don't tell me you got nothing to say
Not everyone you know is a saint dear,
not everything they say is law
Most nights I come back to the same deal,
the road goes on and on and it's never been wrong
Ooh, ooh, and it's never been wrong
Ooh, ooh, and it's never been wrong
Ooh, ooh, and it's never been wrong
Ooh, ooh, and it's never been wrong
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6. |
Some Kind of Rose
04:25
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She said, "You see me as some kind of rose,
born from the beauty you touch but never can hold,
and you'll lose what you love if you only find holiness in it
I can see trouble ahead,
I can see parts of me you'd be unwilling to mend,
and I can't keep a lover who isn't a friend,
are you listening?"
He said, "I'm scared to face things alone,
there is this hole in my heart, that my head can't control
and I seek out in you what I lack on my own,
to fill it
But how can this love be a sin?
I can't see trouble ahead where no trouble has been,
so I don't understand why you won't let me in,
what am I missing?"
She said, "I can't be yours just to keep
cracks in the dark of your heart from the blood that they need,
there is no home in giving what you can't receive,
only a prison
And I know that pain that you fight,
something that keeps out a love you could harbour inside,
but you dig just to kick up the dirt in your eyes,
again and again"
"But girl, you're the goodness in me,
I could be all that you are, if that's all that you need,
but I won't find the way, if you ever leave . . . "
She said, "You see me as some kind of rose,
born from the beauty you touch, but never can hold
and you'll lose what you love if you only find holiness in it"
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7. |
I Can't Cry
04:58
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The last time I cried I nearly went insane,
I scared Italian mothers on a Swedish plane
Fourteen hours later and the well was drained,
something had changed
It was in Kansas City I explained to you,
that I was coming back because the plan fell through
I chose a life in song over a girl I knew,
what can you do?
I made a second start out in West Eugene,
I gave an honest go although a tad extreme,
and went from band to band 'til I was hardly me,
who do you see?
Who do you see?
Who do you see?
I met a Glass House girl but she's a lesbian,
that's not a theatre lover she just don't date men
But we can mean it when we say that we're just friends
I'm on the mend
And then a farmer's daughter came and took me in,
she told her roommates I was only visiting,
I've got a debt to pay her when we meet again,
I can't pretend
Out in Harlem singing perfect harmony,
or in Louisiana sleeping on the street,
No matter where I turned I found a friend to me,
I can believe
Rolling cigarettes beside a Belgian queen,
who said the life she made there wasn't what it seemed
She took a chance and made it out to New Orleans,
following dreams
We met a warehouse angel in a hotel bar,
a woman took her heart, she let us stay a while
She taught me most nights all you have is who you are,
babe you're a star
It was in Salt Lake City that I broke in two,
I wept inside your arms when you had more to do,
and thought about the people here who pulled me through . . .
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(Funny How It Works Out)
I was once like my father
and he might say the same
I would choose to be dressed in suits
and work hard for the comfort and pay
There's a price on your head these days
There's a future of family to raise
There's no need to be afraid
We have hope and guidance
There were plans and I followed
like a moth to the flame
Many times I would lose my mind
between duty and trying to escape
There's a game that you're meant to play
There's a point to the dues you pay
It's a dance to a tune that makes me want to sit down
I was young when it crept in
There's no trace in the bed I slept in
There's no reason, there's no question
Something's in my veins
And it's quick and it's spreading
and I just can't explain
how an ache in my playing hand
could expand and take everything I ever wanted away
Hold on,
hold on,
hold on,
hold on,
I got dreams that I'm meant to chase
I believe in the choice I've made
but some days there's a voice that makes me wanna sit down
For some pain there's no medicine
I got things that I can't let in
to make peace with the way I am,
funny how it works out . . . .
(Home)
Well, well, well home, I was waiting on a mountain top
It took a minute just to see from my seat
I made a whole lot of friends on the other side
but we're done and I'm ready to sleep
I, I, I know that the money ain't the only thing
if you ask I could never explain
I wouldn't trade what I got for a diamond ring
There's some things, that you never can change
Well I'm home!
Well, well, well home, I was walking to a coffee shop
It took a minute just to get down the street
I owe my heart and my soul to the women inside
who could tell when a man was in need
I, I, I know that the road ain't the only thing
It'll kill what it doesn't complete
I should've known I'd be nowhere if I'm out on my own
cause a home is the one thing I need
Well I'm home!
. . . . that was the take!
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