The trail is only real to its borders.
After all these years, we still don’t know
that the rain flows deeper than it falls.
When is it safe to call out to you?
If I rushed to the canyon it still would have happened anyway
Don’t stop digging around cause the life that you knew it can’t start up again till you drown out the radio spinning stories for money until our time runs it’s course. Still sweeten our home through the love that we give to the little voices ringing out.
Well we were so young and involved in the state of
our memory placed under the bed,
and buried for as long as we could muster.
Till the mountain it falls over the highway. And
the things that remain can never complain about the fall.
While we are struggling to find the marker home
another reason for leaving couldn’t turn around our cove.
I’ll clear my eyes and face the sea…
Don’t stop digging around cause the life that you knew it can’t start up again till you drown out the radio spinning stories for money until our time runs it’s course. Still sweeten our home through the love that we give to the little voices ringing out.
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