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fill my head up with smoke and let me go
just to see how high i may get
on my way back down on my way around
i found out where a good man ends

fill my hands up with grain and lead me out
feed me to the live stock again
on my way back down on my way around
i found out where a good heart bends

sitting alone in this old winter home
watching the rain turn to ice
watching the flames burn, watching these days turn
shorter than they’ve ever been before

i think maybe we ought to get away
sit beneath the shade of this old apple tree

fill my legs up with sand and drop me in
just to see how far i may sink
on my way back down on my way around
i found out where the light begins and where it ends

fill my hands up with rings and tell me you love me
before you walk away
on my way back down on my way around
i found out where true love ends

sitting alone in this old winter home
watching the rain turn to ice
watching the flames burn, watching these days turn
shorter than they’ve ever been before

i think maybe we ought to get away
sit beneath the shade of this old apple tree

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blue spruce im gonna tighten my shoes
up and wonder away
if i find shelter ahead i promise
ill come back and find you

if my promises get lost like they often do
please dont be so down on me
i was misled by a light follow down the winding
winding river

bad news im gonna get on my feet and wonder away
if i find hope i promise ill come back and find you

if my dreams get lost like they often do
please dont be so down on me
i was misled by this bird with blinding colors
what blinding colors are blinding my eyes

dont worry dear they’re not broken they’re just lost

if my promises get lost like they often do
please dont be so down on me
i was misled by a light follow down the winding
winding river

dont worry dear they’re not broken they’re just lost

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tied tied to tight
leather reins on an old horse moving slow
drag the fields around

sky sky blue sky
cotton strings on an old kite flying slow
drag the clouds around

time to get up and go
did you hear the sound of
the old cicada storm
in a ghost town
down by the shore
did you see the sunset
cicada sunset

slow slow moving slow
river boat in a river with a brackish glow
drag the mangroves

night night warm night
the motor rusts in an old truck dying slow
drag the yard around

time to get up and go
did you hear the sound of
the old cicada storm
in a ghost town
down by the shore
did you see the sunset
cicada sunset

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old loudmouth rain outside my window again
pacing around again trying to get in
anyway that she can

old mean biting colds spent the night alone
driving around the wind
driving this rain back home to old dakota again

rubber desk with hammer hands
swinging around in this old parlor again
and a mannequin dressed up just like a mexican
i got mallets for wings and i got wires for strings
and every time i try to fly im breaking things

and those were the words in a writers dreams

old loudmouth wind rattle my windows again
keep me awake i dont no resting tonight
i dont need anything

old mean burning eyes been staring at me
burning a hole right through me
condescending eyes sending me home again

im an old buffalo heart
tuned to the key of getting lost in the dark
im a mannequin dressed up just like an old mexican
and i got mallets for wings and i got eyelids for strings
and every time i try to fly im breaking things

and those are the words in a writers dreams

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im going down to where the moons touching the ground
please dont shake on me now

im going down to where the sun is eating the clouds
please dont break on me
please dont shake on me now

i got six legs on this heart
an old rusty battery that wont ever start
sitting down by the water
i want to watch as these stars spin around this old red brick town

im going down to where the shore swallows the sand
just dont shake on me now

im walking around this old red brick town
the skys breathing down on me
just dont shake on me now

i got six legs on this heart
an old rusty battery that wont ever start
sitting down by the water
i want to watch as these stars spin around this old red brick town

i got six legs on this heart
an old rusty bike thats full of broken parts
take me down
to the hills i want to watch as these cars go spinning around

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somethings going on in the other room
lay me down
silhouettes dancing around
pass through and through

i cant even hang these pictures up on my wall
the nails would just tear through and through

paper walls cellophane windows
an old dying heart in a matchbook bed
fishing string rivers pass through pass through

paper walls carpet of glue
got a toothpick friend in an old cement tube
floating down the river

twisted fingers pounding down ivory keys
a prelude to an old radio song
pass through and through

marionette man painted pretty and blue
silhouettes dancing around
pass through and through

repeat chorus

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the wind and the clouds have been dancing real strange
isnt it funny how things change
the longer you stand in the rain
the harder it is to come in again

im going on a walk
im not sure when i will be home
the suns been shining down warmer than it has been for a while
im not sure if i will be back again

the wolf and her howl have been dancing a while
in the black mountains where there is sand
the rocks and the rose quarts
the snow is melting the hills again

the moon has no hands
the ocean cant swim
the tides have been fighting
the ebb and the flow have been pushing each other

the wolf has no plans
the sky can not fly
the planets have been fighting
the eclipse of the sun has been pushing the shade around again

the hand and the heart have been playing a game
dangerous things are coming down with the rain
the longer you stand it
the harder it is to be alone again

im going for a swim im not sure when ill be home
the rivers running warmer than it has been for a while
im not sure if i will be back again

the cubs and the wind have been at it again
in the great plains where the grass stands
by the willow and cotton wood – the river will carry them in again

the moon has no hands
the ocean cant swim
the tides have been fighting
the ebb and the flow have been pushing each other

the wolf has no plans
the sky can not fly
the planets have been fighting
the eclipse of the sun has been pushing the shadow around again

the wolf has no plans

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