Let's not spill the truth It's easier being alone You're a shadow of the old And I want something new You've quit dreaming again I can see it now clear
Yeah you cooked his dinners You raised his children and still He's not satisfied He says I rather switch with you You don't now hard it is To work from
All of these ghost towns I keep travelling through All of these traffic signs and lonesome bars blind the view I swear I can be better I could be more
I wish I could believe in something bigger More than these trees, these winds, these oceans I wish I could believe what they tell me I saw, I saw, I
I met up with the king He confessed his body was burning I met up with the king His body had begun to rot And he said don't think less of me I'm still
When I grow up, I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That?s what I?ll do, throwing out boomerang Waiting for it to come back to
And the wills of the river Leads you here Where the wind it is yielding And the light it is clear To rest upon forever Or to live for one more day No
Well you drove off in the summer rain I waved to you like a sleeping dream Told me to stay callous if someone bothered me "The Eiffel Tower, the marching
The window opens I hear the toddling waves I think about the soldiers, I think about the interstates I would like to leave it all just for a week or two
On our last trip to the coast We watched the boats sail the sea "How effortlessly they float" You turned and said to me And sedately I sat there In my
In the morning On your journey to the sea In the mountains Your shadows beside me You crossed the pasture land And threw your wedding band Into the great
wanderers this morning came by where did they go graceful in the morning light to banner fair to follow you softly in the cold mountain air through the
Is it your fear of losing That makes you go further What makes me wonder friend Is how you get away with your lies 'Cause maybe you have noticed That
So you ask for my opinion well what is there to say To be honest and just foolish won?t make you want to stay You?ve got to go on and get moving and I
With the first light and the little fragile moon I was out on the porch now I'm ready for doom And it's funny how it all came to be The way you so plainly
take me out give my chair a rest and then sweep me in your bare one tonight all your guests look at me as if I were a stranger and I'm the one tonight
You go with feet bare in the snow, you raise up your head to the dead You seek of such magical things and nobody knows where you've been In the light
Let's make a list of things which you were. You were young like the picture still painting in their heads. You were as good as can be expected among
