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Hush a bye, don t you cry
Go to sleep little baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses

Blacks and bays, dappled and grays
Coach and six white horses
Blacks and bays, dappled and grays

Once I was a broken bottle
Lying in a crowded bar
Waiting for the band to start again
And from the floor I'd stare up
At the bright lights and the silhouettes
Cast along the wall behind your head

Oh I would wait

Carve your frozen lips around the words you meant to say
I swear I heard you closing in
The weight of every conversation ends in someone wondering
If they were in the wrong

Take one more honest look I would apologize I'm sure
It seems nothing ends in certainty these days

Everybody in the country knows
I always sing them country songs
And always fall for country boys

Well, I've got myself a country horse
So ride me to the country boy
We'll find ourselves a country home

If these bare walls could sing
They would sing us a funeral song
Push their wooden words into your mouth
They would not wish to be
A burden to your tongue
Would not wish to carry on
Too long

Up with the sunrise you'll be staring
Out through the window on the day
I'll be another waking shadow
Cast on the covers of your bed

Give me another waking moment
To shine against the solemn gray
Tell me the season's almost over

Not a single word was spoken
As we made the silent drive
If I'd have known that you'd leave this soon
I'd stay closer to your side

And all the waiting silent pleading
Couldn't prepare me for your leaving
This quiet room

When the moon carves a trail down the pine-bearded hills
And a ghost-wind hollers to the early morn
And the starlings return to the old sugar mill
Stealing their corn from the grower's field

Oh, I'll be no more

When we've covered our hands in the bone-white clay

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything a big bad wolf could want

Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone

Sometimes I pretend I am a nightwatch
And stare up from the roof of my apartment
I'll watch the stars and the satellites
And I'll pretend I'm watching angels in white chiffon
And lace trace the midnight sky
And the night might take me back

They say that love can take you back

If you could leave it all, would you drive me out West?
We could settle down in some second-hand place
We can make up stories of our childhood days out there

And I could be the queen of a small town parade
You could be the leader of a bold marching band
You could play the drums and I could wave my hand for the crowd

So much for the longest day
The subtle glow slowly fading
And so goes another year of seasons change
I've seen the glow of the view up on Alameda drive
But here in my empty room only candles glow tonight

Tell me again, press my hands to your lips
As you sing of love and life

Forget, forget about the end
Forget about what may have been
In your hand the smoking gun
Thin red line across your palm

Forget about the end
This is not the end

In the coming days I may take to flight
Circling the trees like a bird bound south
But I always float back down on my lazy wings
To the frozen ground, to my apathy

And just as sure as the days grow short
Somehow we're always waiting