Verse 1. . Can you tell me something, how did we get so far?. So many times I see you fall into sadness. Redefine who we are, to try and make it through.
He was driving in to Chicago in a borrowed El Camino,. On a hazeless day in springtime I think the Cinco De Mayo.. Maybe it was St Paddy's Or the Gay Pride parade,.
He was driving in to Chicago in a borrowed El Camino,. On a haze-less day in springtime I think the Cinco De Mayo. . Maybe it was St Paddy's Or the Gay Pride parade,.
It isn't fair, it isn't right. I've gone over and over the scenes in my head,. Laid here awake half of the night. No it isn't good, and I can't let go.
When one door closes another door opens wide. It's hard to believe all of the locked doors I've tried. And you can't pray for what you want or what you'd have instead.
I don't know why. I can't say no. I guess I should. But I can't let go. Any day I'll be all right. But not tonight. . But come away from the window and close the blind.
Why do I worry so much, it can't add a day or year?. It usually comes down to a matter of love or fear.. I really don't know, and I can't tell you why..
Praise be that this thin mark, this sound. Can form the word that takes on flesh. To enter where no flesh can go. To fill each other's emptiness. . [Chorus].
Last night I dreamed you very near. Though the night was dark beyond the glass. I knew you'd left before I woke. But you'd fogged the window when you passed.
There's a shifting of the shadows down along the woods. There's an echo of a gun down in the hollow. The neighbor's dog is barking like a wild thing that's been caught.
First there is the folding in,. To gather light and dark to you. The journey down so far that it,. Has nowhere else to go but through. . I thought if I tried hard enough,.
I've always had long arms and my sleeves never fit.. And my mother would worry about my dangling wrists and. I never grew to tall, but it did me no harm.
We just can't help it so we do it again. We just gun the gas and let the wheels spin. It's true and I've heard it said. We're not so very far from the back of our heads.
There's a crack in the glass where the water gets out. There's a dusty wind when the heart's in drought. And the map of the world looks as if true north.
Too hot to sleep in this room tonight. Just too restless to try. I've been folding my prayers into paper airplanes. Leaning out the window and watching them fly.
There's stormy seas this side of heaven. No guarantees of reaching shore. Well I'm not perfect and you're no better. But this is something worth fighting for.
Martha walked right down to the dam,. I hoe and a shovel in either hand. She was bound to dig for every woman and man,. And child that lay sick with fever.
The truth I knew when I was eight. My dad swam the length of Spirit Lake. It must have been a million miles. This I knew was true. . My mother sang while hangin' clothes.
Let me call you darlin', maybe call you sweetheart. Don't you hate it when they call you Louise. But isn't it scary, when they want to call you Mary. A whore, or a saint, or a tease..
Where do we start. How do we proceed. It's been such a long time. Just to sit here and bleed. It's hard enough to see you. A bit of a surprise. This bittersweet feeling.