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The hot and dusty road is where all things fall apart
You were my sleep waitress in this baking trailer park
On a calm March night, they left their drunken shouts behind
And carried you away to find work, a better life
I hear the stars talking from the tin roof of my home
Placing bets on the emigrants on how far they might go
I wonder where you are, are you out there all alone?

Chorus:
Hey yeah, walk to the middle and bow to the middle
Hey yeah, walk to the left and bow to the middle
Hey yeah, walk to the right and bow to the middle
Hey yeah, walk all around and bow to the middle

When the devil came down here, he sang so good
And his voice was too sincere to be untrue

Oh don’t speak dirty things (?)
I know you feel like we can go inside
We can talk in private here
Tell me now of how they used to be
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl

We can find an old boxcar

Trapped up in my keeper's room, the pride of the circus tent
Brought there for my safety, to hide among the made-up beds
Outside magic filled the carefree eastern streets
I could feel a stomach churn beneath the polished teak
They all dressed as swallows with feathers in their hair
And all that night they laughed and danced
While the walls shook the gas chandeliers

Go ahead and be my world
And everything will be okay
Just hide there in plain sight
Too big to see, yeah to see
We'll have coffee and watch the strangers
Gather our letters and carry us further
Diluted and faded, still safely there
Still there, still there

I think my grandma has a piece of land
I'm supposed to take it when she's dead
My aunt Diane has a lifetime right
I'll have to tell her if she's still alive
She's probably dead but dead in a secret place
From drugs, dirty murder, or some such thing
Under a bridge, in a trailer, or in the woods
I've got to leave, yeah, I think I should

I know a clean way out, the vandals made it low
The day so lean, the nighttime slips in a song
There was a shot way out, down past Varina
I burn my bed and run naked in the Winter

Well oh well, the pines are getting to me, consider my life,
I'm wild but I'm not free

I've carried too much, limitless arms hold tight
Buried in yarn, carry it in a jar for a light
And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time
And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time

Color in sounds, worn-out maps and travel phones
Feed it to birds, try and be there on my own
And I feel I'm reaching out for the last time

The street lights flicker the bright ideal
The breath of lovers shout like clicking heels
The kids are running, a boundlessness I once knew
A bigger man would have to fall if guilt drained all his youth

Follow the river past the city gate
Near the county access is where I'll wait
And it's just a nightmare 'cause I'll never again see you

I can see their eyes, and you never will believe it
I can hear their cries, but you wouldn’t want to hear them
I recant my lies, but they never will believe me
My conscience will keep on, and the fault is my own.

There’s calm in these banquet years, so I tend to obsess
About youth, before the guilt appeared. But I need to forget.
Outside the lamppost sways from their angry hands

I can see their eyes, and you never will believe it
I can hear their cries, but you wouldn't want to hear them
I recant my lies, but they never will believe me
My conscience will keep on, and the fault is my own.

There's calm in these banquet years, so I tend to obsess
About youth, before the guilt appeared. But I need to forget.
Outside the lamppost sways from their angry hands

We might be outnumbered
i fear they will attack
i know we won't surrender
and we can't hold them back

we wore down our last welcome
tied our own hands and feet
but the ghosts out there outnumber,

That bird's ready I know
He's tired of being alone
He's working all on his own
Building himself a home

And take that finch when he sings
See his mate by his wings
And if you listen close