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Once you were a straight shot, a shiny quarter in a new slot,
Night would keep the dreams that you got for afternoon.
Then telling the truth got so hard, we were dancing in the backyard,
Once I knew the end and the start, but now that's through.
Now you're broken and you don't understand
What is broken falls into place once again.
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm,
Again and again and again.
Well morning comes to clean up like nothing happened when your heart stopped,
Like all the lawyers calling all cops to wave days through.
So close your eyes for this long, something's mixed up and something's gone,
Only fingers can you count on, and one leaves two.
Now you're broken and you don't understand
What is broken falls into place once again.
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm,
Again and again and again.
I think I will break but I mend.
And it's these most loved losses, they are just old coin tosses,
And it's these most loved losses are the hardest to carry.
I wish I were a freeway laid out clearer than a bright day.
I'd run wide open down this causeway like brand new
But I'm broken and I don't understand
What is broken falls into place once again.
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm,
Again and again
Cause I'm broken and I don't understand
What is broken falls into place once again.
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm,
Again and again and again
Again and again and again
Again and again and again
I think I will break but I mend.
- Album:
- Stitch Of The World
- Traveling Alone
- Another Country
- Buckingham Solo
- Miscellaneous
- See You On The Moon
- Buckingham Solo (Live)
- I Am What I Am
- Night
- Traveling Companion
- Sweet Spot
- To Myself
- Traveling Alone (Bonus Track Version)
- Traveling Alone (Deluxe Edition)
- Essentials of Americana
- To Myself - Single
- Sweet Spot - EP
- Live at the NIGHT: Volume 5
- Tambourine
- This is Americana