17 seconds sound. good god / i'm grateful that you stuck around / and i'm sorry if it brought you down / with the last of childhood, dripping. / steam swinging up my street/ there's a bass drum underneath my feet / and it's hopeful, but it's incomplete. / one day. one day. one day. one day / i wanna take you in my whip, yeah / take you past the last saloon, and / take me by the rising moon.. / i'll call you from a borrowed dime / say, "we isn't gonna break this time" / and "no baby's gonna take what mine," but / baby's gone baby's gone baby's gone baby's gone / and that's - fine. / working for these dried up institutions leaves me drained and lacking feeling / but your two weeks in tennessee? / the power's there for killing me. / how was i supposed to know / how to write before the story goes? / you were right before, the story goes / but that's too much. / it's like we never learned when we were young / how to fix a busted human lung / when the fundamentals come undone / life's so unnerving. / but there's a steam / swinging up my street, says, / "It'l never be that hard to eat," and / "We're never going to be complete / but / our hearts keep beating on." / waiting for this dried up institution / i myself hardly believe in / but your two weeks in tennessee / i get the sense you're leaving me. / and you don't call.. / are you in a crowd? are you seated, on the shore? / i'm in baltimore, with your edict nailed to my door / all alone in my secondhand shoes / and there ain't no cure for this thing we're going through.
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