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Road Trip
04:03
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For my sanity,
keep running past the breaking point of the injury
and the underneath,
where we could get lost, altered for all eternity
it's not like you to stop, to check the tires of our car
with the rubber unfolding half the time
after roads and roads of hills,
why don't we just catch a line
it's not like you to stop, with so much time
And the waiting wind,
won't care too much if I just left two dollars for him
Cause we know what's best,
offer what's left to the one
who can't walk beyond the map
it's not like you to stop, to check the tires of our car
with the rubber unfolding half the time
after roads and roads of hills,
why don't we just catch a line
it's not like you to stop, with so much time
Watching half borrowed skates,
burn the way through the end of our misgivings
And the undertow breaks, as the swell brings us
closer to dying, but
If we take on our place, we'll take on our lies
it's not like you to stop, to check the tires of our car
with the rubber unfolding half the time
after roads and roads of hills,
why don't we just catch a line
it's not like you to stop, with so much time
on the end of the earth, we take our course, and we all fall down.
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2. |
I'll Wait
03:15
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I'll wait and I'll wait and I
I'll wait and I'll wait and I
I know, when you change your mind
I know, when you change your mind
I know, when you change your mind
I know we'll be fine.
I'll wait and I'll wait and I
I'll wait and I'll wait and I
I know, when you change your mind
I know, when you change your mind
I know, when you change your mind
I know we'll be fine.
And when the wind begins to break,
The company we keep won't be honest with our take
And what is worse than leaving empty handed from the lake
when knowing we could have everything on the plate
But that's just like us to say "That's OK, we'll be fine."
I'll wait and I'll wait and I
I'll wait and I'll wait and I
I know, when you change your mind
I know, when you change your mind
I know, when you change your mind
I know we'll be fine.
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3. |
Words
02:48
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The party, dull, without a trace, of heaven, hell, or in between
no soul to be found near.
A dusty figure steps between the slats of wooden poles and beams
a rugged shadow leers
And they roll, roll through their great wide land,
As the sun sets slow,
and their hands clap, their shoes tap, and all begin the words to their last song
A mandolin around his neck, and a guitar hung from his back
taking the road ahead.
Two brothers pluck him from a place, that's humble, underneath the space,
of wild warrior's nests.
And they roll, roll through their great wide land,
as the sun sets slow
and their hands clap, their shoes tap, and all begin the words to their last song.
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Coward
03:05
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I'm afraid, and I'm a coward, and I'd bet money that you'd watch me fail.
If it weren't for the hour drawing nearer to the end you'd have me still.
But just like the end of every story book, someone has to die.
And after the funeral, we'll all come together and be smiles.
I'm afraid, and I'm a coward, and I'd bet money that you'd watch me fail.
If it weren't for the hour drawing nearer to the end you'd have me still.
And after all the wonders of this world I never thought I'd see
Another man in my future but I guess that's how it has to be.
I'm afraid, and I'm a coward, and I'd bet money that you'd watch me fail.
If it weren't for the hour drawing nearer to the end you'd have me still.
Cause when I know that you are here and I am there and we are never right
The only thing that's holding is the binding of the book that's kept us tight.
I'm afraid, and I'm a coward, and I'd bet money that you'd watch me fail.
If it weren't for the hour drawing nearer to the end you'd have me still.
Cause even though I'd love you, and I'd love you to the end of time,
I wouldn't seem to get over that little speckle in my mind.
I'm afraid, and I'm a coward, and I'd bet money that you'd watch me fail.
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The Truth Inside
04:11
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The cars drive by, and I wait a little longer for you to smile
while I joke about the weather
And I arrive, at conclusions far beyond, hanging on
to what transpired, under sheets last night.
But I find, I hide, it's not better if we try,
I find, I hide, the truth inside.
For what it's worth, you could be another dandy,
holding on to wilting flowers in the stairway
After hours, purging books of rotten paper in the sun,
to show me how to live with out clutter.
But I find, I hide, it's not better if we try,
I find, I hide, the truth inside.
I find, I hide, it's not better if we try,
I find, I hide, the truth inside.
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The PBJs Iowa
The PBJs are an acoustic duo of best friends from small towns in Southeast Iowa connected by train tracks. Both are no stranger to softer, folk rock, with Nalani Proctor, a solo artist out of Keokuk, and Jason Bolinger, once the drummer for Ottumwa band "She Swings She Sways". ... more
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