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I think itâs time you brought your face
Across the railroad to my place
I canât share this whiskey with ya through the phone
And if we drink enough of it
You might just get me to admit
That I never knew quite how to be alone
We can sit on my back steps
And intertwine our fingertips
While you talk about the nice things that you once had
And if the turntable still starts
You can teach me how to waltz
And Iâll teach ya how to feel really, really bad
[Chorus]
Sometimes the wound hurts powerful indeed
But sometimes you just got to let that sucker bleed
And when the sun drags in the day
Will you be a thousand miles away
In the hour of my deepest need?
Well they pile up around you
The good and evil things you do
And the piles grow up higher with every breath
When youâre down between two mountains
And youâre 28 and counting
That's the valley of the shadow of death
We can watch the silver moon
And Iâll fall asleep too soon
While the porch light draws the horse flies to their fate
Yeah, sometimes your company
Is just the thing to comfort me
But other times all I can do is just sit and wait
- Album:
- Big Fugitive Life (EP)
- Perpetual Motion People
- The Year of No Returning
- Lousy Connection
- Alternative Spirit
- My Zero / Caroline Jones
- My Zero B/W Caroline Jones
- FM4 Soundselection 32
- Festival
- Paste Sampler 101
- Big Fugitive Life
- Love You So Bad
- Transangelic Exodus
- Driving Down To L.A.
- Restless Year
- Day of the Dog
- Unbelievers