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Sep 2014
When did
The last great waves
Fall?

What lovers
Take their passion in
Free-for-all?

How long
Can this world lay
Stalled?

There's got to be
A change
Coming my way.

If there isn't,
Well,
I don't know what else
There is
To say.

Got a wicked
Maiden.
She's never
Waitin'.
And when I tell her
I'm heading out
For the night,
She just nods and looks away,
Though I know
Nothing is what it seems.
Nothing is alright.

Put another name
On my
Tombstone.
This life...well,
I don't know...
In the distance
There's a thundering
Made of sour lords
And melted snow.

Who can say
Who had to pay
For the sins
Of men
Before me?
Who can say
Who lead the way
Of mad men
Who could not foresee?

When I'm good and buried,
Dead and gone,
Sing another man's song.

Let me be
No persons memory.
Let me be
Like a nameless sea.
Let me be
As if I was make believe.

When I'm good and buried,
Dead and gone,
Promise me beneath a shining sea of stars
That you won't cry over
Our still bleeding scars.

We were never meant to be
I was you and you's was me

So take your boots an'
Grab your whiskey too

The open road always leaves
A life
To run free

The open road
Leaves life alone
To do
What it needs

To do.
Written by
Mitchell
265
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