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Song lyrics:
It’s just how things are.
Things keep changing,
Things keep rearranging
I hardly recognize this place.
Or your face.

It’s just how things are, O it’s just how things are
And you see I got my faith in Foxholes.

Just as your boommbs come crashin down.
We’ll see
Just how
Fast I can dig.

It’s just how things are.
Things keep changing,
Things keep rearranging
I hardly recognize this place.
Or your face.

Covered in dirt and ash,
Smothered by something brash.
Count down the days, dear, Until I fall into place here.
I will be upstairs til then, looking for new ways to process the old days.

Gift wrapped and red penned, I wish I could stay here.
Call off the search on me now. You know where I'll be found. (6 feet underground) Darling just look down.

I knew I'd find you here, It seems all so clear just like your favorite song. ringing for o so long. I know you had to go but I didn't think it'd be so soon.

Count down the days, dear, until I fall into place here.
beside you now. beside you now.
inspired and heavily copied from Meridian if I dare tell the truth.
Even after the match is burned up.

The fires it lit still rage on.
The law man, he’s a comin.
A comin, ta go on get ya gone.
You better best be, goin.
Go on, get ya gone. Go on, get ya gone.

O he aight no low man,
He’s high high above the law.

Go on, get ya gone, go on get ya gone.
O that law man! He’s a comin,
Ta go on get ya gone.

O hoh, don’t feel so low,
That lowly law man!
Just sees a wild dog.
She said to me: "I've got the sun in my eyes."


I know what she meant, but what I heard was;

I got the sun in my eyes, the same sun that lights my world.
warms my soul.
Nurtures this Earth with its radiance.
The same sun I'm often afraid to look directly at.
The same sun that seems so god dam spectacular as it rises and falls.
Just as her eyelids rise and gently set.
Clasping those delicate eyelashes together,
like the first and last rays of light streaking the sky.

The same sun, that burns and burns with a passion for life.
Life it alone seems to give,
to spark into creation like the solar flares of color through her irises.

Of course I didn't say any of this, I just laughed like some loon who was some how beside himself with the idea of being momentarily blinded by the sun and its glory.
After all, it wasn't so long ago many revered the sun in the likeness of a god.

She chewed my ear off the rest of the day for finding her discomfort so amusing.

Which I only found all the more charming.
it's sloppy but it's meant to be a hastily spoken piece.
Where is it you've gone I can't follow?

Can't tell you how many times I've been looking for something new.
Something better than this shade of blue I see through.

But you've got me pictured all wrong.
I'm more than just the chipping paint on the brush scraping the canvas.
I guess I'm in no rush to clean up.

Where is it you've gone I can't follow?
If I thought that by being that role in your life I could lift you up on my shoulders high enough to reach the apple of your eye on the tree of dreams you're reaching for, I would.

But I'm too busy digging for gold, and at best I'll bury us both.
At worst I'll dig up the tree and muddy the family well.

So please, when you ask, know I couldn't love you more.
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