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Just lonely, baby--doesn't mean I'm looking for a friend.
I've got plenty, I'm still learning how to lay down my life for them.
Don't want to find yourself alone at thirty-five,
spending half what you make on your car (and hating that drive).
Just crazy, maybe--doesn't mean I'm looking for a cure.
I've got stability that scares you,
'cause it's hard to believe when you're so sure.
No matter how different you are, you're just like everybody else.

Good Morning, Providence

Good morning, hospital
We've got a situation here
I'm in the belly of a whale
And haven't seen the sun for days
I'm cut and paste inside this tune
Good morning, Providence

Hallelujah!
the sun is in my eyes, on my face.
The air is hot with heaviness,
and weighted and waiting for something to unfold.
Hallelujah!
the sun is on our backs at last.
It's been a long day driving past grain towers, telephone poles
and have you ever seen so beautiful a sight,

I was born in Omaha
In my mother's tired arms
After all our fight was gone
I bet it felt good just to lie there
Drinking in the warm lights
And breathing through the tubes
As our lovers filled the room with conversation
I was named to bear you like

This could be the day I go
I know you think it's crazy
But I can feel it in my bones
The way the cars and people move
Slow and stop all up and down my block
I can almost hear the trumpets sound
I wish all my friends could be here now
To see these tables turning

Elizabeth, if you get old
May you never know the terror of these nights.

In all of the uncertainties, well certainly
You will be loved, and lifted up
And never let to want of anything at all.

Elizabeth, when you get home

I shouldn't be hard to find...
I'll be the one with my big mouth moving;
my big words, saying nothing.
I hope you know
it's not my father's fault I'm such a bore,
and so afraid of everything.
I'm keeping inside; living in my mind;
hoping that the telephone don't ring

This town has no seasons
it's the middle of October,
and you'd think there'd be a nice,
cool breeze by now (but you'd be wrong).
The summer lingers here for half of the year
and I'm convinced that we are all about to crash into the sun.
I fell asleep on paper wings.
These people have no feelings