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Cobblestone Pathways
03:03
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Step right in and lay your weary head to rest
Step right in my friend
Moving on? I'd like to see you try
This old place? It's everything we know
Two steps turn to four, turn to sixteen more
Get off the porch, walk down the drive, you're gone
Step right in and lay your weary head to rest
Step right in my friend
Pressing on, a different walk of life
Feeling scared? Why not come back home?
Two mistakes turn to four, turn to sixteen more
An empty chair reminds me that you're gone
On that kind of rainy night
where drops will drip from hat to face
My thoughts will turn away from you and turn on me
I think of all I could have been yet all that I have done
Still I'd never dare to think to dream to come back home
Step right in and lay your weary head to rest
Step right in my friend
Marching on, perhaps you've found your stride
Are you there? Just breathe into the phone
Two days turn to four, turn to sixteen more
An angry decade passed but you're still gone
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Those Who Would Walk
03:33
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I am a feather, a slave to the wind
drifting and dreaming with no self control
and I am an outcast like all of my friends
the flocks that would guide us
departed so long ago
Or am I a shepherd, a slave to my flock,
wistful and weary for those I'd protect
and I am an outcast, where they fly I walk
Forever chasing shadows
departed so long ago
Or am I an outcast, a slave to loose ends
longing and listless through cheshire walls
and though I seek comfort from avian friends
they're quick to remind they
departed so long ago
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Those Who Would Fly
02:22
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We were told to fly away and never look back
We were told to fly away with everything we had
A cloud of feathers in our wake left naked and cold
Flee the comfort and the grace of all that we know
Seasons change, but can you feel the coming storm?
Withered trees may fall to dust or blossom once more
Spiteful shrubs may grasp for help with delicate thorns
The shepherd sees his flock grow thin but sheds not a tear
Troubled days make troubled nights make for troubled years
Seasons change, but can you feel the coming
Store me some water
Save me some rye
Build me a shelter
burn me a fire
Working together we just might survive
right now I'm busy so
stop wasting my time
Seasons change, but can you feel the coming storm?
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Patchwork Notions
04:25
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sew me a fairy tale of your design
dapper in colorful dreams
a lilting indulgence soft and comfortable
dark pastures fall to debris
all of these pieces
potentially pure
will pave the way south, i’m sure i’m so sure
shedding of baubles
bronzed buttons worn pure
beget spartan sense, demure so demure
spin me a yarn but make it believable
wrap me in thick cotton lies
warm through the night like no fire capable
warding off frostbite with ire
tailor a fantasy lace it with truth
hem all the excess away
stitch in an ending suggestive of silk
revel in comfortable days
all of these pieces
potentially pure
will pave the way south, i’m sure i’m so sure
shedding of baubles
bronzed buttons worn pure
beget spartan sense, demure so demure
silver cloud lining tied in a knot
oxidized, compromised, tarnished flat
resplendent reminders just powdery wisps
this beauty is far too delicate
all of these pieces
potentially pure
will pave the way south, i’m sure i’m so sure
shedding of baubles
bronzed buttons worn pure
beget spartan sense, demure so demure
all of these pieces
all of these pieces
all of these pieces
beget spartan sense so pure
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