1. |
Boys, Take Your Time
02:54
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Amy said, "No, don't ya run away my boy."
And all he did was throw away
What he'd been lookin' for
All day
Now, Amy said, "No, don't you leave ole Beau that way."
Don't ya know she felt that way,
"At least pick up the phone,
Or you could even tell him to his face."
This one's mine,
That's just fine,
This one's mine,
Boys, take your time
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2. |
From The Bonds
03:37
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Some dream of live within its mysteries,
Those inconsistencies can drown a man,
Forgo a life within the public eye,
Start spending all his time to understand
The who, the where, the what, the when
Just tell me once again,
Cuz I gotta know
I'd trade my wealth, my youth,
They're purposeless
Without the innocence I used to know
But it's not restored
when we want more
I've learned a man can lose his confidence,
All the while his confidence remains intact,
Holding his hopes in like a tether pole,
His thoughts turn cyclical around his mind,
Stuck on the couch there in that waiting room,
Suddenly all I knew was so untrue
We see a lot in life we just forget,
I'd say it's all the rest that tells us,
Who we are when we're not quite sure
what it's all for
Some live a life with all its purity,
And through adversity teach others faith,
Then one day the angel he comes beckoning,
"Child come on home again, it's getting late."
Taking her last breath in that hospital,
Her inexplicable truth was revealed -
It's not the wicked who must bare this pain
For it takes the martyr's grace to set us free
From the bonds we must endure,
From the bonds we must endure,
From the bonds we must escape
if we want more
We see a lot in life we just forget,
I'd say it's all the rest that tells us
who we are when we're not quite sure
If we want more.
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3. |
Still
02:44
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They say your name when I'm around,
I listen up, look for the ground
Hope nobody's guessing
That I'm still sitting there missing you
My friends all say you're home next week,
Keep saying we should all meet up and drink,
Nobody's betting,
But I'm still getting over you
I met someone, and she's fun
A couple friends think she's the one
Well, I think she's figured
How her love just triggers thoughts of you
I know that you mean every word that you say
But some of us aren't made that way
And I know what I did,
I know what I said,
I don't mean it,
I don't mean it no more
Because I never guessed,
That I'd still be missing you,
No I never guessed,
After all this time, I'd be missing you.
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4. |
Music Row
03:20
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Old friend, I see you called,
It was late, I hope there's nothing wrong,
It breaks my heart,
to think of you in pain,
I'd love to pick it up and talk,
Right now I'm just not feeling strong,
We both know,
I'm no good when I'm that way,
I lie here awake,
Imagine all the things you'd have to say
I lie here awake,
I wonder if you might be doing the same
This distance will do us good,
We may not want it but we should
Just take the time,
and give each other space
I've got to live this life I chose,
You may not see it,
but I know,
I'd never last trying to keep your pace
I lie here awake,
Imagine all the things you've done today,
I lie here awake,
I wonder if you might be doing the same
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5. |
God's Thumbnail
02:33
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I used to know song and it sounded so sweet
It was the breath, it was the truth,
It was the source of me
And when sung it would soothe
My heart, my aching head
And the crest of the moon
Was once again God's thumbnail
I used to know a place in a far off distant land,
Where the edge of outer space
Met the palm of my hand
Where the world was at peace,
And neighbors, they were kind
In this place I would keep
In the back of my mind
There was hope by my side,
Lying right there in the grass,
Watching clouds rolling by,
i had a half-full glass
Making wishes on stars,
Making love in my car,
Always now, always here,
Too present for fear,
Sayin, "Fuck the future,
No, fuck the past!"
Now there were words I'd recite
And I'd truly believe
Every line, every cell,
Every fiber in me
Wanted truth over triumph
Prophecy not profit,
My voice, my sincerity,
My love I think I'm lost
But there was hope by my side,
Lying right there in the grass,
Watching clouds rolling by,
I had a half-full glass,
Making wishes on stars,
Making love in my car,
Always now, always here,
Too present for fear,
Saying, "Fuck the future,
No fuck the past!"
I'm never going back
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We might fall to our knees
At the end of the day and sing praise,
You might kiss my mouth,
Might smack my mouth, the things I'd say
But we both know the way
Is just walking away
Though our hearts say,
Stay
I might leave this place,
on a steaming northbound train,
I might climb aboard,
Might miss the warmth and wish to stay
But we all know it's best
to just bellow your chest and refrain
From thinking that way
Just cling to the strength that your mama, she gave to you,
Don't go questioning faith
It may be to early to tell what's in store for you,
But son, it's never too late
To love
To live
I might leave this place
on a steaming northbound train
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