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Sunday Morning
03:45
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Sunday morning upon the sunrise,
I see my lover, my salvation surprise.
Awakens to wonder why I’ve left her side.
Empty bed where beside her I lay,
In her dreams she knows that I’m away.
Awake or asleep, she pleads for me to stay.
Winter’s fading, it melts away slow,
And I’m without reason to leave her alone.
Smile when she tells me that she’ll never go.
Saturday’s gone and you know I don’t care.
And Monday, I know when I wake she’ll be here.
The well don’t run dry with the love that she gives.
Oh Sunday I’ll miss, and Monday I’ll forgive.
Flowers bloom and you can’t help but stare,
Soon she’ll fashion a wreath for her hair.
She breathes in the promise that spring soon will be here.
Saturday’s gone and you know I don’t care.
And Monday, I know when I wake she’ll be here.
The well don’t run dry with the love that she gives.
Oh Sunday I’ll miss, and Monday I’ll forgive.
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I say with no regretting that I do not fear sun up,
Or the raining, should the clouds decide to show.
A damn fine day for walking, towards the woman that I love.
That’s a morning that I cannot wait to know.
Sleeping under headlines of another hungry day;
A night I did not think I’d ever know.
But now I’ve got some money and a girl two weeks away.
That’s a long way and I cannot wait to go.
The route, I need not think too hard about which one I take,
Or of her broken heart I left to roam.
Instead I’ll dream about the memories that I hope to make.
She’s the last dream that I’ll ever chase alone.
I say without a stumble in my voice that I’m not afraid,
Even though it’s been so long since I’ve been home.
When my walking’s done I only hope she lets me stay.
That’s a morning that I cannot wait to know.
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3. |
As You Go
02:57
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As you go away from here,
See that this house of all your things is clear.
For everything you leave will be tossed into the snow,
Goodbye and better luck in love it’s time for you to go.
As you drive away from here,
Throw out thoughts to look back in your rear view mirror.
For all you’ll see is a man betrayed unsure of what he knows,
Drive on and better luck in love it’s time for you to go.
When you make your way back into town,
Say not a word to the people around,
Who speak of letters bathed in scarlet stitched into your clothes.
Drive on and better luck in love it’s time for you to go.
When you find a new place to call home,
Find a man and leave the rest of them alone.
For a day will come when nothing’s left to toss into the snow,
Goodbye and better luck in love it’s time for you to go.
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Mama
03:32
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Mama when you call me,
Surprised you’ll be if I don’t answer.
The smoke a hard habit, and the moon a temptation,
And the booze the most seductive dancer.
But I need your saving, bring only your words,
For the words of others only go so far.
And bring me back home, before I’m sent home
In a box on some lonely train car.
Mama don’t be surprised to receive,
A request sent by me not to visit.
Cause your heart will break, upon seeing me,
When you find that your baby is missing.
But don’t heed my words, fly like the wind,
That reminds us that all time is fleeting.
And rescue your bird, where the restless converge,
While the rest of the city is sleeping.
Mama when you find me,
There’s a chance I’ll be too gone for saving.
Cause my mind is blown, and the memories are dwindling,
Like the embers of a fire that’s fading.
But Mama please try, bring only your words,
And the songs you sung while I was sleeping.
And bring me back home, before the train car,
That carries my body is leaving.
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5. |
No More Dancing
02:45
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Sun is rising, testimony to my leaving
Chill of January among feelings left behind
For the wind of California, and my reflection in its ocean
No more dancing in the evening, you are free no longer mine.
Dream a pullin like the current, of a mad and distant ocean
Dream of working, one day finding my place under the sun
The road goes west but where it’s taking me there ain’t no way of knowing
But no more dancing in the evening, you are free our dance is done.
West Texas flatlands to the Arizona mountains
Tell a story that no man would dare to write
And if not now I don’t think ever, and my days I know He’s counting
No more dancing in the evening, you are free no longer mine.
Traveling light means nothing, I don’t need much for where I’m going
A bag and a case of wood and strings tucked in
And on the night should I come home, know that I will be rejoicing
If I’m dancing night till morning swaying in your arms again.
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Smoke
03:53
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He goes outside for a smoke, got time to kill before
He goes to work the graveyard shift
For a job that he hates, with a shitty paycheck
In a quiet town, he prays for the stones to up and run.
He’s usually out there alone but not tonight, there’s a
Girl with an unlit smoke asking for a light
So he hands her his, and she says thank you,
And he says no problem, she prays for his words that never come.
I can take you away from here if you want me to.
We can leave today, let’s see where my word can take us, you’ll see it’s good.
Words that never come, songs that are left unsung.
Regretful thinking as the smoke between his toes and the
Concrete whither cause he knows that there in that opportunity,
The man he wanted to be would extend his words,
To a woman praying each night to be free.
Wishing that he could, tell her he’s usually alone but not tonight, and that
He saw her face and in the darkness came a light,
Like the sun that’s slowly rising, hope on the horizon,
But the smoke that brought him to her, is slowly crushed under his size thirteen.
I can take you away from here if you want me to.
We can leave today, let’s see where my word can take us, you’ll see it’s good.
Words that never come, songs that are left unsung.
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7. |
Just Another Traveler
03:19
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The words are hard to come by when it comes time to go.
I thought I had at least a couple things that you should know.
That I’m sorry that it didn’t work, it doesn’t every time.
I was just another traveler, you were just another ride.
Love might not have lived there but I know it hung around,
To plant a little something like a promise in the ground.
But nothing seemed to grow, it doesn’t every time.
Oh I was just another traveler, you were just another ride.
I don’t know where I’ll go, but I’d like to head back east.
Drink until I’m toppled by a North Atlantic breeze.
Forget about time wasted, and a heart you left to die.
Oh I was just another traveler, I wish you had passed me by.
I see new neighbors moving in, far on down the street.
And the kids are off to school, at the corner they all meet.
Home forever maybe if you didn’t already decide,
That I was just another traveler and you were just another ride.
I’m preaching to the front door, I’m speaking to myself.
I woke up with the sun rise, long after she had left.
And who’s to blame is like the dancing of a North Atlantic tide.
I was just another traveler she was just another ride.
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8. |
Hear the Rain
03:06
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Hear the rain hit the ground.
There’s a music in the sound.
The story of a man who wakes alone,
So far, so far away from home.
So far away from home.
Hear the rain hit the roof.
Won’t be long fore it seeps through.
Reminding he who’s waiting down below,
That he’s got nowhere to go except for home.
Except for home.
Feel the rain upon your skin.
Don’t it make you free and clean again
From all your wandering on the road.
But the rainbow in the sky won’t point the way back home.
Won’t point the way back home.
Smell the rain, that water in the air.
And know a cold wind will find you there.
But as the rain falls the grass is sure to grow,
So does your hope that soon you’ll be back home.
That soon you’ll be back home.
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9. |
Never Had to Say Goodbye
03:32
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I feel so lost I don’t know why,
Don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry.
And I can hear the planes flying by,
I’ve never had to say goodbye.
Something out there that aint around,
Worth looking for worth being found.
You’re what’s kept me in this town,
Your kiss brings my feet off the ground.
Feeling stuck my bones are aching.
Day to day is so frustrating.
Even with the love you gave me,
Loving you ain’t why He made me.
Please don’t accuse me of foul play.
You knew well I wouldn’t stay.
We’ve both been hiding from this day.
We know it has to be this way.
Feeling stuck my bones are aching.
Day to day is so frustrating.
Even with the love you gave me,
Loving you ain’t why He made me.
I feel so lost I don’t know why,
Don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry.
And I can hear the planes flying by,
I’ve never had to say goodbye.
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10. |
Son & Brother
04:50
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I sleep to dream the day I’m home again.
Will there be snow?
Or will I feel the rain, that turns the ground to green?
Oh Lord I’ve played the son and brother gone from home too long,
Gone from home too long.
I’ll ask my daddy how’s the business been?
Been fast or slow?
Or in the middle, nestled in between?
Oh Daddy I’ve missed you every day that I’ve been gone,
Every day that I’ve been gone.
Oh and this old map leads me while I’m walking through the light,
And memories my stars that I follow through the night.
Dreaming of the morning they welcome me inside.
Dreaming someday home and I will reunite.
I’ll make my mom some coffee in the kitchen,
With ice to make it cold.
Just how she takes it, two sugars hold the cream.
Oh Ma you’re just as lovely as you were when I left home,
As you were when I left home.
I’ll take my little brother fishing,
And we’ll find sticks for poles.
Roll our jeans up, put our feet into the stream.
Oh Brother I hold you close like the river holds the stone,
Like the river holds the stone.
Oh and this old map leads me while I’m walking through the light,
And memories my stars that I follow through the night.
Dreaming of the morning they welcome me inside.
Dreaming someday home and I will reunite.
My sister will not let me meet her boyfriend
This much I know.
Cause she knows to me, too young she’ll always be.
Oh Sister should he treat you wrong, you’ll mend your heart and he his bones,
Mend your heart and he his bones.
I sleep to dream the day I’m home again.
Will there be snow?
Or will I feel the rain, that turns the ground to green?
Oh Lord I’ve played the son and brother gone from home too long,
Gone from home too long.
Oh gone from home too long.
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