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Now and then it keeps you running
It never seems to die
The trail's spent with fear
Not enough living on the outside
Never seem to get far enough
Staying in between the lines
Hold on to what you can
Waiting for the end
Not knowing when
May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away
Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone
Few and far between past the midnight hour
Never feel alone, you're really not alone
Switching it over to AM
Searching for a truer sound
Can't recall the call letters
Steel guitar and settle down
Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana
It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven
May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
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Looking for the right kind of live free or die...
I want to see your smile through a pay phone,
The season has changed.
I want to see you in it,
The lights that shine are caustic without you.
When we're all passed over,
The rhythm of the river will remain.
And it will remain.
Nicotine and waiting ,
Just wanted to keep it alive.
You turn and before you know it,
We're just threading this needle for life.
A brighter way is what you prove,
Anesthetize is what you do.
When we're all passed over,
The rhythm of the river will remain.
And it will remain.
Someday we'll be together,
Farther south than the train line,
The Delta mud will be there.
We're just living this way,
Because we know no other.
When we're all passed over,
The rhythm of the river will remain.
And it will remain.
Looking for the right kind of live free or die...
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Walking down Main Street
getting to know the concrete
Looking for a purpose
from a neon sign
I would meet you anywhere
the western sun meets the air
We'll hit the road
never looking behind
Can you deny
there's nothing greater
nothing more than
the travelling hands of time
St. Genevieve can hold back the water
Saints dont bother
with the tear stained eye
Seeing traces
of the stars that came before
Hitting the pavement
still asking for more
When the hours don't move along
worn out wood and familiar songs
To hear your voice is not enough
It's more than a shame
Can you deny
there's nothing greater
nothing more than
the travelling hands of time
St. Genevieve can hold back the water
Saints dont bother
with the tear stained eye
Like a man said
rode hard and put away wet
Throw away the bad news
Just put it to rest
If learning is living
and the truth is a state of mind
you'll find it's better
at the end of the line
Can you deny
there's nothing greater
nothing more than
the travelling hands of time
St. Genevieve can hold back the water
Saints dont bother
with the tear stained eye
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Reality, it burns,
The way we're living is worse.
The pillars of inspiration are all falling down,
The clean-up won't work while the fallout goes on.
And it's now or never, too close to the latter,
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
Standing in the neutral zone,
Living on sleep deprivation,
The rural route sleeps while the city bleeds, all over itself,
Over the falls in a barrel is where the answers have gone.
And it's now or never, too close to the latter
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
And it's here for now, transient tomorrow,
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
Another road remains, but it provides no more,
It can only take us away.
Southbound, you can taste the weather,
It feels like home.
And it's now or never, too close to the latter,
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
And it's here for now, transient tomorrow,
We're all living proof that nothing lasts.
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When you find what matters is what you feel,
It arrives, and it disappears.
Driving down sunny 44 highway,
There's a beach there known for cancer waiting to happen.
When you're out across the county line,
The news travels slower than a ten-second buzz.
And only you'll ever know,
'Cause day by day it disappears,
Only you'll ever know.
And it's hard enough soaking up billboard signs,
You scorch and drown alive,
Never knowing why.
The levee gates are open wide,
There's a cough in the water, and it's running into town.
Bright eyes, don't change, stay the same.
There must be an answer for what keeps it going on.
But only you'll ever know,
'Cause day by day it disappears,
Only you'll ever know.
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Sky cracks open, walls falling to the floor
Just as well to keep it, a guessing game in store
You're with me now, will be again
All other points in between
And the cruel, cruel mornings
Have turned to days of swim or sink
If living right is easy, what goes wrong
You're causing it to drown
Didn't want to turn that way
You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now
You're causing it to drown
Silence knows, can't drown a heart
Happenstance is falling through the cracks each day
Too close now to change it, fool's gold is lighter anyway
When in doubt, move on, no need to sort it out
You're with me now, will be again
All other points in between
And I want to find the right side of you
If living right is easy, what goes wrong
You're causing it to drown
Didn't want to turn that way
You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now
You're causing it to drown
Silence knows, can't drown a heart
When in doubt, move on, no need to sort it out
You're with me now, will be again
All other points in between
And I want to find the right side of you
If living right is easy, what goes wrong
You're causing it to drown
Didn't want to turn that way
You're causing it to drown
Doesn't make a difference now
You're causing it to drown
Silence knows, can't drown a heart
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One-way streets and square one,
The answers don't come from any one direction.
Not a care in the world, no better way to go,
It's fine here, watching it go down.
Half the trouble's in the asking,
And I know you're not the kind to wait around,
Taking chances with no intent to make a killing,
Too much living is no way to die.
Loose string,
Find the pieces don't fit in.
Loose string,
Coming up for air again and again.
Loose string,
Too much living is no way to die.
See the ground, sinking 'round,
Tomorrow's a card to play.
Same old words heard in storms,
Repeated doom,
Too many rules, it will bleed you dry.
Half the trouble's in the asking,
And I know you're not the kind to wait around,
Taking chances with no intent to make a killing,
Too much living is no way to die.
Loose string,
Find the pieces don't fit in.
Loose string,
Coming up for air again and again.
Loose string,
Too much living is no way to die.
Said you haven't seen it all,
Just keep on searching for just one single reason.
Half the trouble's in the asking,
And I know you're not the kind to wait around,
Taking chances with no intent to make a killing,
Too much living is no way to die.
Loose string,
Find the pieces don't fit in.
Loose string,
Coming up for air again and again.
Loose string,
Loose string.
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You may be quite sure
You know where you're going
But sooner or later
You're out of the picture
Too many lost names
Too many rules to the game
Better find a focus
Or your out of the picture
And somewhere along the way
the clock runs out
Somewhere along the way
it all stands still
Firemen save
A millionare's mansion
But when it's done
They sleep on the side of the road
You may be lost, you'll find
Just another paradigm
Just a stop frame in time
Before you're out of the picture
Somewhere along the way
the clock runs out
Somewhere along the way
it all stands still
Take away this Colujmbus Day
No more bones on display
Blackhawk never had a say
Just taken out of the picture
And somewhere along the way
the clock runs out
Somewhere along the way
it all stands still
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Can't find a reason
Can't find a way
Guess it's not you and me
Only dogs have their day
Another case of words that melt
It's not a question of right
Nightmares in broad daylight
Season crash, season burn
You survive another turn
And now I'm reaching out, it's true
When you don't see me, I'm catching on to you
You don't see me
I'm catching on to you
Took a break to get that far
Like the sound from a hundred-dollar guitar
Bought from an old catalogue
Yesterday's dust and heartache
As the pieces fall like candy when you're young
Medicine when you're old
There's no reason or rhyme
Sidestepping around
On an elevator climb
When you don't see me, I'm catching on to you
You don't see me, I'm catching on to you
Another jail, another burned-out inside
Skeleton love left to die
Take whatever lies ahead
The good with the bad, and leave the rest
When you don't see me, I'm catching on to you
You don't see me
I'm catching on to you
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Miliage has taken its toll
Payed it with lines to show
You've had your fill of asphalt
Cough tremors and smoke filled doors
Look like the habit controls you
Look like you need a rest
Made it to the timber line
Don't know what to expect
God knows you don't need it
Too early you might be the one
Find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun
Song strains distant over
Barroom drink filled roar
The old folk singer lays it down
Not for long, no longer ignored
Spinning tales of temptation
Gambling days lost and won
No crimes committed here
Too much habit could be the one
God knows you don't need it
Too early you might be the one
To find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun
Never seen half of what you've seen
Real life never quite adds up
The road goes on when the faces don't
Word of mouth never tells the truth
Like to hear your story told
With a two-step beat and rhyme
Could be Tennessee or Texas
On and on, that road winds
God knows, you don't need it
Too early, you might be the one
To find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun
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Stay a while and work it out of me,
We've got time and we can cause it to,
Just give me a sign, I'll take your word,
I'll learn anything you want me to.
That is all I'm looking to you for,
All I'm asking that you simply do.
Take it, leave it, make things matter,
Let in all my breath away.
Take it all apart and put it back,
I'm always left here looking at you.
You look so fine, true.
You look so fine, true.
And I would not lie to you.
Let me see you, let me know your dreams,
Won't you please give out a sign.
Things you say you make me look through you,
No one mystifies me like you do.
This is why I'll always look at you,
And I'll hold you to it everyday.
You look so fine, true.
No one mystifies me like you do.
You look so fine, true.
No one mystifies me like you do.
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