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Getting lost in the wild blue yonder
In the solace of my favorite author
Sky is bending with the twist in the ending
Life is heaven sent, life is heaven-sending
Been ok since you came around
Sea of love that I’m swimming now
See the light and I don’t know how
Staying up and sleeping late
Getting tan and gaining weight
Walking arm in arm like there is nothing that could harm us if it tried
oooh oooh oooh oooh
You’re the one for me
Count to ten, run and hide
See if you can find
Me
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
Bottle in my hand
Underneath a dogwood tree
Feels like summer in Sweden
Feels like an endless feeling
Feels like its never leaving
But I know this sun will set
There will be a darkness yet
What’s a girl do to but make a choice and see it through?
Do you remember what you said to me
On a bus seat next to that girl asleep
With her hand in a bucket of KFC
Cuz I don’t remember a thing
Unless its something funny to me
But you weren’t being funny I thought maybe he could love me if we tried
oooh oooh oooh oooh
You’re the one for me
Summer’s come and gone
And I don’t wanna leave
oooh oooh oooh
Catching fever dreams in jars
Ss they flicker through my skull
Out my teeth to join the stars
Read a book by Sinead O’Connor
Stained the pages and stared out at the water
Took a note when she said that songs are ghosts
I guess if anybody knows she knows
And I’m gonna take her word for it
Gonna say goodbye and be ok with it
Gonna give my life to a lost cause
Gonna give what is to what once was
Cuz every time I write a song
It lives but it don’t live long
Just hangs around forever even though the life I gave it is all gone
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They’re playing Baywatch clips
And movies with pirate ships
In a restaurant eight hours
From the closest beach
Cheers to the sweet relief
Of a selfish allergy
At least if I get sick, it won’t be
From what I eat
Cuz I still wanna drink until I’m blue
Wanna stay up all night talking to you
Hang on every word like a cigarette
’Til you put me out, put me to bed
I know I’m not, the girl you have in mind
Oh but I will try to be tonight
There’s a self taught psychic just around the corner
For a dollar she will tell me I was right
Traveled near, traveled far
Wound up at this tiki bar
Could you help me sweep my sadness
Underneath a red shag rug
And talk about the 70’s
The way that people used to think
Before nostalgia was the go to drug
Oh I still dream some surfer will come save me
Catch a wave, call me baby
Cuz you never do enough when you’re with me
To make me happy, make me feel pretty
If you wanna leave
I will try to slow you down
But I can’t stop you from going
Cuz I’ve caught the wind
I’ve held it in my hands
Oh but I couldn’t stop it from blowing
And when its time to leave
I might stick around for a while
As a memory
But obscurity
Is the destiny
Of everything
Eventually
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Orion
04:38
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Light me up like Christmas, be a first hand witness
To all the nights I swore that I’d miss
Staring at my phone
Heading home alone
You get my stupid jokes, gotta keep you close
Blood oaths from a bloody nose
On the hemlines of our clothes
Come on babe, let’s get you home
And I hate to leave a party before someone shuts it down,
But where’s the fun if you're not gonna stick around?
Cash in all my favors, make me wake the neighbors,
Take me now while you have any takers
With something left to take
It’s crazy, but it wouldn't be insane
‘Cause you might be the biker to my lost hitch-hiker
And I am betting that you could take me higher
When I hit the ground
Some way, somehow
And I know I said that I would die before I settle down
But Jesus Christ, its just nice when you're around
And if it wouldn't kill me, I would have your baby,
Drive you to the stars, way past maybe
And into forevermore
Over Orion and onto the kitchen floor
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Tourist
04:18
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Someone left the screen door hanging open
I can hear the thunder in the room
It cut our time outside off by an hour
But you tired out my arm by half past noon
Laughing with your father at the tv
Your mother calls my mother on the phone
I feel a certain quiet creeping near me
A quiet that I hope you never know
Slow your wheels a while
Roll down the years like rain on the hills
Barefoot blue eyed child
We loved you then we love you still
Everyone you’ll meet is just a tourist
Walking round on ground that’s broken in
With someone else’s skyline stretched before us
Soaking in the light upon our skin
But those church bells in the city haunt ya sweetly
Like voicemails from a loved one who is gone
And though it shakes you to your soul to hear them
They remind you of a feeling you forgot
Buried out back under some garden gnome
With the gemstones and the dog bones
Lost treasures that you’ve outgrown
So you miss ‘em now, so far from home?
Slow your wheels a while
Roll down the years like rain on the hills
Barefoot blue eyed child
We loved you then we love you still
We loved you then we love you still
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Henry Hudson
04:38
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Meet me where the sidewalk ends
There’s a bust of Von Humboldt, and a hot dog stand
We can cut through the park or walk the museum
Look at stolen goods on stolen land
Everything seems the same to me
I don’t know what I come back here expecting to see
Since I told myself I was sick of this city
Everything looks the same to me
But where is the girl in the white velcro tennis shoes
Climbing an empty green bench
Where is the man who would rush home from work
Just to push her along on a swing set
Time, time, time
I’ll stay out your way
If you stay out of mine
Used to see the river from my parents’ apartment
Now its blocked by the sanitation department
Hell’s Kitchen is all new construction
Did you know what you had on your hands Henry Hudson?
Cuz I wrote a paper on you in sixth grade
Creeped me out that your crew formed a mutiny
Left you to die all alone in the bay
You are gone, you are gone
But the water remains
Time, time, time
I’ll stay out your way
If you stay out of mine
I don’t go back to Ohio much anymore
What’s the point, its just where my mother was born
Lots of cornfields and cousins and bales of hay
Trips to target and fast food chains
But where is my short grandpa cleaning his gun
And where, where is the tall one?
His favorite song was Blood on the Saddle
I met him a few times when I was young
And I’m ashamed I was ashamed when I was a kid
Of spending my summers out in their trailer park
Thought I was too good for it, but I wasn’t
Now I can’t even call and tell them I love them
Time, time, time
I’ll stay out your way
If you stay out of mine
Time, time, time
I don’t like the way
I look in your light
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