1. |
Step Off
02:21
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Gotta keep those cold emotions at bay
Ain’t no fan of big commotion but there’s promises you break
You can’t see the signs
You can’t spot the line
So I’m telling you to step off
I made concessions, I changed directions
But still you ain’t satisfied
An I don’t know what more you want me to do
Gal I can’t read your mind
Can’t you see the signs
Can’t you spot the line
Well I’m telling you to step off
I know you’ve assessed the situation
And I know there ain’t no heart that I might be breaking
So if you can’t see the signs
If you can’t spot the line
Then I’m telling you: step off
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2. |
Wayward Son
02:32
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Sometimes I wanna take the day off
Catch all my sorrows and lock em in a box
Listen to the songbirds’ joyful melodies
And open my eyes to the world around me
Sometimes I need a fresh breath of air
To remind me of ideals that once were there
Sometimes I wanna give em a piece of my mind
Alas I don’t have the time
Sometimes I wanna disappear
Leave this filthy town in my rearview mirror
Nevermore to see it again
Nevermore to feel that treacherous wind
Sometimes I feel like the wayward son
The one they could never count on
Sometimes I guess it holds true
Though I promise my intentions were pure
Sometimes I wanna disappear
Leave this filthy town in my rearview mirror
Nevermore to see it again
Nevermore to feel that treacherous wind
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3. |
In Platitudes
02:56
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Standin on the edge all alone
Trying to find my way back home
It ain’t felt right for such a long time
So I’m gazing at the stars tonight
Looking for answers
Listening for truth
Though it might be cloaked in platitudes
Solitude has been my sedative
But lately I’m longing to abscond from it
Seeking refuge from my own despair
By shutting out those who show they care
Looking for answers
Listening for truth
Though it might be cloaked in platitudes
So all you critics, there’s nothing I can do
If you sit there and refuse
The absurdity of why we breathe
Remains a mystery even to me
Looking for answers
Listening for truth
Though it might be cloaked in platitudes
Listening for answers
Looking for truth
Though it might be cloaked in platitudes
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4. |
Guesswork at Best
02:43
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5. |
Wasting Time
02:58
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Hope it’s not already too late
Don’t want you to be the one that got away
Let’s roll with it and see where we end up
We might just be happy after all
We’ve both been fending for ourselves
Can’t depend on anybody else
Still our connection runs deep in our souls
Know things about each other we cannot know
We can let our guards down when we’re alone
We can show things we haven’t shown
Ever since we boarded up
Every door to our hearts
I can feel the blood rush through our veins
I know you see the agonizing pain
I’m in since I realized
That I’ve been wasting time
And I’m struggling with the thought
That I might have missed my lucky shot
I could have had it all
Instead I’m standing with my back against the wall
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6. |
The Rainbow's End
03:37
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Chasing the sunset for the millionth time tonight
Waiting for the right moment, to jump to the other side
For the rainbow’s end is never to be seen
And I’m pretty certain it’s nothing like how I imagined it to be
The wheels keep rolling and we keep moving on
Water keeps falling it’s gonna reach the banks by dawn
We’re preparing for the end of days
And I’m pretty certain it’s nothing like how we imagine it to be
An endless ribbon of tarmac the miles keep flying by
Headlights chasing taillights through the night
A rat-race for the treasures that remain unfound
Now that I’ve come this far I ain’t gonna turn back around
I rummage through my mind for an eternal melody
Something I can proudly wear on my sleeve
The confession of my greatest regrets
For now you’re one of them but I don’t think that’s gonna last
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7. |
Distorted World
02:17
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All the creatures
Find their teachers
They teach them how
To disavow
The spoken word
It remains unheard
Don’t bother listening
It’s too absurd
Queen Jane
Ain’t got much to say
On her way
To the guillotine
Her tears tumble
Regrets she mumbles
The deeds she’s done
Too cruel to be sung
As for me
I won’t go scot-free
The weight on my neck
Is about to break my back
My head’s in the noose
All hounds break loose
Here the hangman comes
An’
I’ll be dead and gone
While you walk along
I’ll be dead and gone
While you sing this song
I’ll be dead and gone
Finished and done
With this world so phony and wrong
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8. |
A Better Man
03:19
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Yes, I admit
I’ve got my flaws I’ve got my dents
But I wish
I could make you understand
That I can only be this way
Cause you remind me everyday
That I can learn cause you will teach me how to be
A better man
Yes, I confess
I’m a handful now and then
I’m a mess
And I need you to pick up the pieces again
That I can only be this way
Cause you remind me everyday
That I can learn cause you will teach me how to be
A better man
Yes, I’m aware
That I’m set in my ways
I’m glad you care
Enough to complain
That I can only be this way
Cause you remind me everyday
That I can learn cause you will teach me how to be
A better man
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9. |
Down to the River
02:08
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She said follow me down to the river
And hold on tight
We’ll have to struggle through this
The grass is greener on the other side
We hunkered down and waited
For the storm to pass
And as I lay there I prayed
That this would be the last
Day I ever wasted
Chance I ever missed
And as the water started rising
I felt her hand against my wrist
Leaves were rustling
as we reached the banks
Every step I was taking
Felt like in a trance
I was floating
No tethers to tie me down
As she was dragging me
Along the riverground
Day I ever wasted
Chance I ever missed
And as the water started rising
I felt her hand against my wrist
Washed out and exhausted
We reached the other side
She begged me to be patient
Just one more night
And as dawn was breaking
And she lay there in my arms
A gentle breeze was raking
Through the dew soaked grass
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