When 'ya gonna stop hurting yourself, my friend?
You've got 30 good miles left in your shoes,
why don't you use them?
Sing it to the moon again, my friend
You never were one for being alone,
so why start now?
Well, heaven's just the moment she misses your laugh
It's funny how the time flies
Crazy, how the evening seems to pass
You know you're welcome back there any time
And grace was saying yesterday,
she was thankful to God you were still alive
Son, don't be cynical
Son, don't be hard to find
You're the falling snow
There's nothing like you in the streetlights
Don't be hard
Mary on the haystack, do you recall
Pushing out a baby on the floor of a middle eastern cattle stall
What makes you think you gotta wash your hands?
What makes a person think if you don't explain, then you don't understand?
Son, you're so cynical
Son, you are hard to find
You're the falling snow
There's nothing like you in the streetlights
Son, you're so cynical
Son, you are hard to find
You're the falling snow
There's nothing like you in the streetlights
Don't be hard
So take a day or two, St. Louis sky
and talk about hypocrisy
We'll talk about the place and time the fires died
You never were one to raise your voice
The good thing about friends and lovers is that sometimes, son, you just don't get a choice
And love is not cynical
Love is not hard to find
It's the falling snow
There's nothing like you in the streetlights
My son, don't be cynical
Son, don't be hard to find
You're the falling snow
There's nothing like you in the streetlights
Don't be hard

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