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Dear Elder
04:21
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Early morning. The idea just hit me – almost twenty years and now we’re alone. Step outside, I’ve got to take a breather. Leave the door unlocked because I’ll be back home. My head feels like my heart has stopped racing, I guess now is good enough to go back in. Feet stumble and my world seems to be spinning, but I always knew that these times must end…
But I’ll keep moving! Everything will keep moving, and I’ll be ready when you come back home. I’ll learn my lesson while you’re teaching your lessons. I’ll reach the point where I will finally know. It’s an uphill battle and I’m now at the bottom of the steepest climb on our highest hill. I’m in the deep-end, lost without a paddle, and this world we know does just what it will.
But it’s alright, we’ll make it Home. And it’s so wonderful when we know where to go. It’s alright, we can make it Home. It’s so wonderful when we know where to go.
I’m now dreaming that I never gave up hoping, and now I’m sleeping (at least for a while). But I’m still wanting…we both are still wanting a reason to hold on for at least one more mile. It’s fast approaching and the heat is now rising but my fire inside has all but grown cold. We’ll give our speeches, good-byes, and in-between them I’ll realize just how much we have grown.
But I’ll keep moving! Everything will keep moving, and I’ll be ready when you come back home. I’ll learn my lesson while you’re teaching your lessons. I’ll reach the point where I will finally know. It’s an uphill battle and I’m now at the bottom of the steepest climb on our highest hill. I’m in the deep-end, lost without a paddle, and this world we know does just what it will.
But it’s alright, we’ll make it Home. And it’s so wonderful when we know where to go. It’s alright, we can make it Home. It’s so wonderful when we know where to go.
And it’s so beautiful when you know you’re not alone.
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Pride
03:57
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You say that I’m not meant to fly,
but who’s keeping me from trying
to let these dreams take flight?
No, I don’t mean to cause alarm,
and I never meant to harm
those views that you’ve kept inside.
Don’t look down on that you’ve never tried.
Now it’s only time before this catches up to you.
And now I just want to fly far away
but you’ll say to come down and stay.
For once, I’d like to just get away
from this crowd to stay.
I dream that one day we might find
all the questions behind
these answers we’ve found, unknowingly.
But, until that day, I swear
I’ll do my best to bear the strength
to make it through the day.
So please, please swallow your pride,
long enough to find your way.
It’s not often people get to see it twice.
And now I just want to fly far away
but you’ll say to come down and stay.
For once, I’d like to just get away
from this crowd to stay.
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3. |
Telecaster Disaster
04:25
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I tried to hide inside what you told me I should be. I had one foot firm on the ground, but the other in the sea. I tried to convince you I was nothing, but the truth was staring right through me. And I promised that this time things would change, I could stand up, but I know that nothing’s different. I still can’t look or act that tough. And a voice can be deceiving but mine is just as easy to believe. So I swore that this time I could give up. Until that day came I was convinced I’d had enough. I felt sickened by this art of acting tough, so I’m done acting up.
And it’s easy to set aside what’s important, what feels right. It’s easier to pick up habits from these eighteen years of fighting what’s been pressed into a routine, through these modern-day machines. So is it now enough to just proclaim what you want to see? I can tell you now that you can’t just proclaim what you want to be. Now it may be sunny outside, but I’m not sure what I want to see. This weatherman’s threatening to broadcast major tragedies. But I’m just not too sure that I now what it means to step outside and see it pouring dreams, so the rain is a welcomed sight for me.
My thoughts are full of holes about what is, about what can be. My fist is full of ink about the hopes I know we’ll never see. And the litter in the streets that I walk by is always telling me: I put my head too high up in this ever-fading atmosphere looking for a glimpse of the bus that takes me far from here – the life that I do not want to lead. But each step I take brings it closer to me.
And I’m so tired of being who I’m not, always looking up into the face of a lost-cause, where the questions are all I ever see and the answers never come to me. I don’t know where I am but I don’t think I want to find out. I had a destination but its felt great now that I’ve lost it. I don’t know what is right, but I know how to find out if it’s wrong. And I don’t know where ‘Home’ is, but once I do, I know that I just won’t belong.
No, once I do, I know that I’ll never belong.
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4. |
Tired Eyes
03:37
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Turn off the lights, close the door
Protect your head from your troubles once more
Tell yourself that you’re alright
And you can make it through one more night
Now go to sleep.
Fighting to stay at peace ’til dawn
Tossing and turning but you know you must go on
These tired eyes won’t rest tonight
And faded memories can’t offer any light.
“It’s just a dream,” sometimes you say
but you can never seem to take the pain away
So remember me when you’re down and out
It seems we’ll all need someone else to lift us out:
When all you feel is someone else’s fame
Standing in the shadows, giving credit, taking blame
It only seems fair to stand up and proclaim:
“I’m not okay!”
The moon is out and full tonight
But at it’s biggest it’s still small amidst the sky
And just like you it must move on
It’s got a role it has to play before the sun
Comes in strong!
And there’s no crowd to see its race,
just another lonely guy finding his place.
Turn on the lights, close your eyes
Let it out while no one else can hear the cries.
“It’s just a dream,” I’ve heard them say,
but I bet that none of them have ever felt this way:
When all you see is someone else’s fame
Standing in the shadows, giving credit, taking blame
It only seems fair to stand up and proclaim:
“I’m not okay!”
You did your best,
And though you’re small
It seem you might just
Make a difference after-all.
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