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Jul 2011
Of course the road which is unknown leads you right to her arms
She was there before you even knew where it was at
Now with the winter hours melting away as the summer obeys
Only one master only the one commander
The dripping wet sprinkles itself on the hair of young children
Fire caught in a bottle burning the hands of anyone who may dare
Silence now while she is gone the one that brought me in the morning light
She prays for her salvation and her serenity
For fear of it actually never really being
Pour the soul of your loved one in every cup made of mud
These lies that you hide will soon be revealed
Tanning and scorching your now soft hide
These words worm their way out of these broken fingers
Too fast for you and and too fast for the one who stands there
Naked and blue
How was it that we never even saw how blind we truly were?
I remember the moments in between the seconds
Where we laughed at the absurdity of us between the blankets
That thoughts form from our minds eye as the capital cities were beginning to burn
Soft were her eyes wide but closed somewhere deep inside
How can I enter into that place? What tool do I need to see your true face?
Can it be with the pen, the song, the lyric, the painting that none want to see?
You were with him but I saw you looking at me
How true we are when we are faced with the truth without question
Without remorse
Dust on my jacket mud on my shoe, what o' what are we to do?
The sky cries as horns honk the night drifts as the boats rock in their docks
Our care has no name has no future and has no past
We are here now without any kind of twisted lesson plan
Rock west as I rock east the south is some kind of rotten beast
Smile to show the clown underneath that rotten frown
If I could only show you I ain't that bad I ain't always so sad
Lonesome lady let me take you away
Away from the fast and busy city always in full sway
We grin for we feel no sin the lights here are always so bright
Lets vanish far away where the sea is quiet and the woods rest vibrant
Clear heart release the flood gate that grips hate
No reason to stay here and have another warm bitter beer
Rambling mumbling blues somewhere late around the time of noon
Love around here comes on late
I'll be crying if it doesn't come around here soon
Written by
Mitchell
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