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Nowhere to Go But Everywhere
Here we go
Where we're going, I don't know
We'll take it slow
On the road
On the road is all I know
It's been so long
Nowhere to go but everywhere
The signs all point to anywhere
Who am I to say
If we're where we want to be?
Wide awake
Wide awake and half asleep
It feels like weeks
Nowhere to go but everywhere
The signs all point to anywhere
Who am I to say
If we're where we want to be?
On the road
All I see for miles is snow
Miles of snow
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The Last Monkey Maker
03:27
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The Last Monkey Maker
Who will teach our children well?
Who will make them each a monkey?
Who will tell them how it used to be
And pass on family stories?
We can tar all our hillsides with roads
Turn our art into binary codes
But one day we'll wake up
And what's real is nowhere to be found
When the last monkey maker leaves town
Who will find the way home
When there are no maps to follow?
Who will pollinate our farms
When all the bees are gone?
We can build up our cities of glass
Fish our seas till there is nothing left
You can trumpet your progress
And I'll lament what's not around
When the last monkey maker leaves town
Why invest all our time
In clocks not built to last?
Who will warn us of our path
So we don't repeat the past?
We can tar all our hillsides with roads
Turn our art into binary codes
You can't know where you're going
If you don't know what you left behind
When the last monkey maker leaves town
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Bayley-Hazen Road
02:55
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Bayley-Hazen Road
The road twists up through Cabot
And the mill towns of Vermont
Around me, spruce and hemlock
In these mountains I call home
I close my eyes; I am alone
Out on Bayley-Hazen Road
I come up here to clear my head
And listen to the ghosts
That echo from the graves of men
Whose lives are marked with stone
I taste the earth that I behold
Out on Bayley-Hazen Road
The path I see before me is overgrown
I try to find the strength to carry on
But I know I'm running out of road
The days are growing shorter
As the sun begins to set
60 miles to Montreal's
Too far for this old man
I close my eyes:
I am home
Out on Bayley-Hazen Road
Out on Bayley-Hazen Road
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4. |
Deep in the Dirt
03:30
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Deep in the Dirt
The sun never found me
The stars never shone
It's too cold down here
Buried in snow
You with your trowel
Leave me alone
I've been sleeping here
All winter long
Under your knees
As you sow your seeds in rows
The sun shines in my eyes
Under your weight
I breathe the stench of your hurt
And I hear your lies
Deep in the dirt
I once was you
With nowhere to turn
The key your handshake holds
Under your knees
As you free your garden of weeds
The sky shines in my face
Under your weight
I feel the ache of your hurt
And I hear your remorse
Deep in the dirt
Someday you'll wake up
Deep in the dirt
Nothing will hurt you
Deep in the hurt
Someday you'll wake up
Deep in the dirt
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5. |
Jericho
04:54
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Jericho
On the road to Jericho
I'm stripped of all I own
Beat and left for dead
On my back, your feet tread
In spite of you, I pray
To live another day
I vow that I will change
My sins, I repent
Can I hold you?
Can I save you
From the cold fist of shame?
Would I want to?
There is more than one way home?
Can I make it there alone?
If I should lose my way
Don't lose faith in me
I'm consumed by all your flaws
Your pious man-made laws
My weakness is within
I atone for my sins
Can I hold you?
Can I save you
From mistakes you've made?
Would I want to?
I want your love
I need your love
Can I hold you?
Can I save you
From mistakes you've made?
Would I want to?
Can I show you
All I've been through?
My wounds have no pain
Your words have no weight
I want your love
I need your love
I want your love
I need your love
I want your love
I need your love
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6. |
Wait Till May
03:47
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Wait Till May
Bolt the doors and lock the windows
Draw the blinds and curtains too
Where's the baby--is he sleeping in his room
The storm is out there on the loose
The house is crowded with black shadows
They crawl the walls and prowl the floors
I watch the TV set explode a thousand times
While tanks roll through Watertown
But we're all right
We're okay, I tell myself
We'll find a way
The sun will burn away the night
Wait till May with me tonight
Dawn sneaks in when we're not looking
The darkest light I can recall
I step outside and glance around at empty streets
Confetti sticking to my feet
But we're all right
We're okay, I tell myself
We'll find a way
The sun will burn away the night
Wait till May with me tonight
Boylston's sitting still as Pompeii
Dressed in yellow crime-scene tape
My fingers grip my camera like a loaded gun
But too numb to shoot a frame
But we're all right
We're okay, I tell myself
We'll find a way
The sun will burn away the night
Wait till May with me tonight
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7. |
Follow My Light
04:31
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Follow My Light
The ocean rises up and crashes down
On the shore of this old coastal town
In all my time as keeper of this isle
I've seen storms, but nothing as bad as this
Follow my light
Follow my light
I need you home
In the lantern room hangs the gown you wore
When you wed the night before you left
Hattie, I know you're grown, in the world on your own
But I'm tired, and the years have taken their toll
Follow my light
Follow my light
I need you home
Follow my light
Follow my light
And I'll lead you safe to me
Follow my light
I'll wait here all night
Till you come home
I'll hold my breath
To save what's left of me for you
The ocean rises up and crashes down
On me
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8. |
One More Night
03:14
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One More Night
These four walls
Are all I've got to keep me happy
This old guitar is all I've got
To talk me down
The same old records keep on spinning
Through my sunsets
Summer's gone
But the whiskey's still in town
So tired of crying
And playing Waylon songs
And one more night
Of drinking all alone
I've got a chip as big as Brooklyn
On my shoulder
I don't want to hear
There's more to life than this
Next week I'll pick myself up
By my bootstraps
But tonight
I'm full of vinegar and piss
So scared of loving
I'm right where I belong
And one more night
Of sleeping all alone
So tired of running
It's wearing on my soul
And one more night of running
One more night of sleeping
One more night of being
All alone
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9. |
Route 81
02:31
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Route 81
If there's any place else I'd rather be
It's down 81, near Tennessee
Nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountain range
There's a gathering of friends coming out to play
The sun is shining
The wine is flowing
The girls are all dancing with their tube-tops on
The grill is sizzling
Jerry's still singing
And Jim ain't turning in before the dawn
Don't look now--who's that rolling through?
It's Ryan with a case of his homemade brew
Jim's smoking more than just BBQ
If I can't rhyme this line then maybe I am also
The sun is shining
The wine is flowing
The girls are all dancing with their tube-tops on
The grill is sizzling
Jerry's still picking
And no one's turning in before the dawn
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10. |
Around These Parts
04:43
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Around These Parts
Northwest of Nowhere, Maine
Ten years from anything
That's ever really meant a damn to me
Cornfields in drifts of snow
This land is filled with bones
Sacred ground whose stories are never told
Will my story be buried with those bones?
Around these parts, I'm a stranger here
Can't understand the French I hear
Through the static on the radio
The sun sinks behind the trees
Taking with it my last dream
Maybe now I'll finally get some sleep
Lord, I could really use some sleep
It's been a long time
Since I've been without love to keep me warm
It's been a long time
Under all this open sky I see
Somewhere is me
Dear Katy, I'm settling in
Winter's here and I'm probably drinking
More than one man should when he's alone
Come spring I'll be hard to find
I'm moving across the Canadian side
And I'm never coming home
Around these parts, I call home
It's been a long time
Since I've been without love to keep me warm
It's been a long time
Under all this open sky I see
Somewhere is me
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