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First thing we'd climb a tree
And maybe then we'd talk
Or sit silently
And listen to our thoughts
Illusions of someday
Casting a golden light
No dress rehearsal
This is our life

Gently breathing
Lit by the morning sun
Through the night
It had been raining venom
I don't want to be kind
Not a bullet in the right place
Or just of two minds
More important than important

I left your house this morning,
'Bout a quarter after nine.
Coulda been the Willie Nelson,
Coulda been the wine
When I left your house this morning,
It was a little after nine
It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves, one star at time

Well, I think that there's a problem here
Her voice just don't sound right
But I left myself on her answering machine
Said "I'm back in town tonight"

I feel I've stepped out of the wilderness
All squint eyed and confused
But even babies raised by wolves

I've been carving you
To see what form you take
You were hiding in ivory
I just wanted to free your shape

Bringing me down
It's too quiet to breathe
Who wants to hear their heart beat

It's hard to leave your bed
The cooling hot summer sheets
Hangover hanging on by the fangs
Walk to work on wild feet

And get to the back door
Look around then turn the key
Turn on all the lights

Watch the band.
Through a bunch of dancers.
Quickly, follow the unknown.
With something, more familiar.
Quickly, somethin' familiar.

Courage, my word.
It didn't come it doesn't matter.

Well I'm going down to see my highway girl
Yeh she just back from around the world
I'm gonna get me a gun, I'm gonna stand on guard
In a little white booth in her front yard
Throwing rocks at her window what could she do
If you throw enough rocks one might break through
Well she looked out her window when the police came
Yeh to see a big tin man dancing in the rain

Puffy lips, glistening skin
And everything comes rushing in
We don't go to hell the memories of us do
I get a sense of connectedness
Exclusive, tight but nothing dangerous
We don't go to hell the memories of us do
And if you go to hell, I'll still remember you
But I thought you beat the death

I've got a job, I explore, I follow every little whiff
And I want my life to smell like this
To find a place, ancient race, the kind you'd like to gamble with
Where they'd stamp on burning bags of shit

Lookin' for a place to happen, makin' stops along the way

Wayward, away we go, it's a shame to leave this masterpiece

I've been interpreted and shrunk
I've been as touchless as a drunk

This is as bad as or worse
as bad as or worse
This is as bad as or worse
as bad as or worse

Is it a mean streak, you'd swear, you'd swear
We never seen a stranger round here
Is it the way the dust clings to the air
But you'd swear, you'd swear

Is it a mean streak, a desolation sound
A copy of desire, oh nothing's that far down
A mean streak on a western swing

I had this dream where I relished the fray
And the screaming filled my head all day
It was as though I'd been spit here
Settled in, into the pocket
Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket
Off the coast of France, dear
One afternoon four thousand men died in the water here
And five hundred more were thrashing madly

Now, the apology done
Applause can begin
Now, the apologies done
Applause begins

If it bleeds it leads
If it cries it flies
If it feeds a need

Yeah, oh, yeah

Born a queen up on her side and she felt it too
There's a lot you can see when there's nothing to do
She got down on her knees and she dug herself out
Slipping to the east side and prancing about, no, no

Learn a language baby, it's that kind of place

Been into the rain and drives an El Camino, can you dig that style?
Hip canteen you always make the scene, you're a crazy child

It's a sad thing bourbons all around
To stop that feeling when you're living in a small town
You're long and lean, things don't get you down
You're a top ten kingpin in the borders of your hometown

You're visually
Stunning, I'm almost shivering
You'd become
Anyone, don't hate who you have to be

Speed River take me away
Speed River take me away
Speed River take me away

We rode hard for the boat
Hard as we could, no tears you said
Understood, understood, I said alright

A crowd will be born, only born dying
I want to watch for a sign in the night
Or to watch a bomb go off in a young girl's life

You could write, you could think, you could have sex
You could leave your jewellery in a bowl beside the bed
Stare out the window, down the lawn to the lake
For as long as it takes

Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the thing we don't say

Thar she blows, Jacques Cousteau
Hear her sing so sweet and low
Lull me overboard, out-cold
Gathered in and and swallowed whole

Do I want to? With all that charm?
Do I want to? Twist my arm

Titillation's been replaced
By interstate, brick face and Coffee-Mate
And by a list of phone calls
You'll like to make
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
And you could stare into your own shoes
And in the pools of light there
Go wherever you choose

Sundown in the Paris of the prairie
Wheat kings have all treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weather vane Jesus

In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face
Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place
Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new

Afternoon, see a guy with rubies on his head
And he's shifting like, shifting like he was dead
And he's hearing something, she never said
On his way back home under his bed

When the weight comes down
When the weight comes down

I don't want to put another thought
In my head.

The hummingbird is cleared for
Maintenance,
Evacuating long after it made no sense.
It's not so much a load and stay any more
As a gotta-get-down-the-road-before-the-

You are everywhere, within and without
where it don't matter what we used to do now
where I feed my people when I get behind the plow
when I write the tiger hanging on by his eyebrows
somehow where the gang in me
is being all that it can be
somehow part hope is a plan
and part vigilante streak