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Dust & Spirit
05:09
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I see St. Paul walking the south coast
Do I see Timothy close behind?
Or just a comforting figment of my mind?
The whole world calls this place Athenstown
They call it wise and picturesque
Out past the shoreline I see a shipwreck
My thoughts and feet are turning Northward
St. Paul and friends are heading West
They left a package at my door, prayed for the best
Tore out the tape and packing peanuts
Gave one good look and had to sigh
Not in despair but like a rider on a redeye flight
I tucked it in my pocket and rode off in the Sun
King Alexander pointed me to station one
But then St. Timothy he tugged me by the wrist
and took me to the fork so many times I’d missed
and I could tell he was real by dust marks on his coat
he pointed to the right and gave the greenlight, go
I swore the universe behind me would explode
But he patted my back and said “We’ll see you home”
A few days have passed, I’m going steady
The gift is still somewhere with me
My route is by the dust and not the sea
mercy
Have mercy
have mercy on me
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2. |
Not Here (Market Street)
04:21
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Had a dream there was an airplane
falling down on Market Street
screaming while the cold winds blown
how it turned my life to stone,
I woke up in despair
then I reached and felt that you weren’t there
Nowadays I know to watch out
for when the sky begins to fall
but I only gazed in dreams back then
looking up I’d never sense,
that rain could come to tear
a hole so raw and painfully unfair
growing up makes room for wisdom
by ripping bits away
I’ve learned to wince without a sound
but when no one is around,
the ghost of tattered years
howls but no one is around to hear
If you somehow wandered by me
through the ruins of Market Street
wouldn’t mind to let you stay
we could learn what went astray
but you’ll pass by I fear
because the truth is I’m not here
I was left with only questions
I unscrambled piece by piece
answers found like unchecked rooms
one of them could hold the tomb
of all those aching years
but no one’s home and I’m not here
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3. |
I Trust
05:09
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Arrows from the deep
never meant for you
Weapons of intent
couldn’t puncture through
Bottles on the street
rolling with the wind
I just float along
to meet you at the end
Cowards rule my heart
yet you never move
trust me when I say
I trust you
I trust you
Hold me while it’s warm
I don’t mind the heat
I will be prepared
when these happy streets
say goodbye to wind
left without a home
I will live on milk
and honey from the comb
I’m a fool at heart
but you know the truth
trust me when I say
I trust you
I trust you
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4. |
We Are Where We Are
04:35
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There is a city I've been seeing in my visions
clear as the blue sky with an intimate precision
I've watched you walk those streets with energy about you
Heaven and Earth they seem to carousel around you
And from the distance of my conscience I've been waiting
to leave the places that I long have been invading
with insecurities and sense of restlessness
when will I learn that it's all for the best that
We are where we are
we are where we are and that's OK
Now if you find that city to be hard and frightening
and the thunder in your heart has you afraid of lightning
then find your place and hang on tight until the daylight
we might just meet again somewhere beneath the starlight
But if we never share the same roof in the morning
or run from those same storms that leave our teardrops pouring
I'll be alright and so will you
I'll be alright and so will you because
We are where we are
we are where we are and that's OK
We are where we are
we are where we are and that's OK
it's OK
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5. |
Hard Earned Hope
04:29
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Wind blows through an open window
chills the bone of the stowaway
his sold-off conspirator says to him,
"We should have gone home yesterday"
Stowaway says, "I've got no home no more,
but I've seen all this before"
Dear friends with names long forgotten
highway strangers known throughout the land
whatever kept them running against the wind
they kept in their souls like keys in their hand
sure to make the stowaway stop and smile
through each dark and lonesome mile
I pray I've got it in my pocket
like a ticket to the edge of the world
with friends, strangers, and stowaways
we'll cling to keep the tattered sails unfurled
it isn't so impossible to cope
when you live on hard earned hope
We'll make it through this hard and ugly slope
with love and hard earned hope
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Tanner Wood Watertown, Tennessee
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