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Alone (Intro)
00:38
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2. |
Seattle
03:59
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It’s a lonely night in Seattle
Down in the basement
I wrap a quilt around my feet
And my bad decisions
It’s a lonely night in Seattle
Went to the beach at dark
And I jumped off a ten-foot board
To be in the air just like you are
I want to go back home with you
But I’ve got too much pride
To change my mind
So what have I done?
Every plane in the sky has you onboard
I wave at you from the front porch
Can you see me?
I’m acting like a child again
It’s a lonely night in Seattle
I got a little place all to myself
Isn’t that what I always wanted?
My imagination can have it back
It’s a lonely night
Seattle’s light dips her toes
Into the water
See them glide
I want to go back home with you
But I’ve got too much pride
To change my mind
So what have I done?
Every plane in the sky has you onboard
I wave at you from the front porch
Can you see me?
Can you see me
And every mistake I’ve made?
Didn’t know what it meant to break away
Didn’t realise that you’d be so far away
Can you see me?
Can you see me?
Can you see I’m acting like a child again
Acting like a goddamn child again
I’m acting like the child that I am
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3. |
Atlanta
06:20
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I always pay for parking
So I don’t mind walking to your attic
I’m in search of something beautiful
And I’m hoping you might have it
If you don’t that’s alright
I’ll catch you another night
I was planning on skipping town anyway
If you lost it that’s okay
I’ll find it some other place
In the next town over maybe
I’ll drive down Ponce de Leon
Where the trees grow tall by the side of the road
Where the churches are plenty with their parking lots half empty
And my high school on the corner
Thank god for that, thank god it’s over
I can see the city skyline
Atlanta’s turning blue in the distance
Finding something new in the distance
It’s a long ride home
You don’t remember 285 stretching this far
Driving in circles
Just to end up where it started
Tell me it’s a lie
Oh darling why would you be
Skipping town anyway?
Let’s go down to Little Five
The city always comes alive at night
Remember Ponce de Leon?
Where you turned the dial on the radio
Where the churches are plenty, where you planned to spend your twenties
With your high school on the corner
How can it be that it’s over
Look at the city skyline
Atlanta’s turning blue in the distance
Slowly losing you to the distance
What if I go looking for myself
And I find out she’s right where I began?
What if I get stuck in avenues and boulevards
That I know like the back of my hand?
There’s plenty written on this page
The lock is broken on this cage
I’ve got to go out on my own
But remember Ponce de Leon
Where we waited for the bus to take us home
Where the churches are plenty and their parking lots are empty
And my high school on the corner
Sometimes I forget it’s over
I can see the city skyline
Atlanta’s turning blue
In my rearview
Ooh
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Ceiling fan film study in the night
Searching hard for something in the light
They say that nothing good comes easily
Try to let go, let your mind be free
Oh I’ve searched through every corner of my mind
But oh the road is clear outside
Baby let’s go to Houston
Let’s do something we’re not used to
Bowie’s alive on the radio
The map will tell us where to go
We’re not here for winning or for losing
We’re just cruisin', cruisin' Houston
Watch the cars and clouds as they pass by
Nothing here but us and the Texas sky
Remember we were scared to run away
Now I’d take you and Houston any day
Oh the sun’s on my face, not a trace of us to be found
Oh they’re gonna miss me when I’m not around
Baby let’s go to Houston
Let’s do something we’re not used to
Bowie’s alive on the radio
The map will tell us where to go
We’re not here for winning or for losing
We’re just cruisin', cruisin’ Houston
Baby let’s go to Houston
Let’s do something we’re not used to
Bowie’s alive on the radio
The map will tell us where to go
We’re not here for winning or for losing
We’re just cruisin' (cruisin' cruisin' cruisin' Houston)
Cruisin’ Houston (cruisin' cruisin' cruisin' Houston)
(cruisin' cruisin' cruisin' Houston)
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5. |
Four Corners
03:48
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Buy a necklace in New Mexico
And a pretty little dreamcatcher
You’ll fit right in at a festival
Another gift shop, another state line
Something to take back home to grandma
From Utah, Colorado, Arizona
Do a backbend
Four corners
Little pieces of you
Crossing the borders
Do a backbend
For the photograph
You might look at later
Overall you thought it was kind of overrated
Sell a ring you made to an English girl
In the Navajo Nation
Another tourist to forget about
When the heat kicks in, it’s the same old show
Be personable and patient
For another summer minivan invasion
Do a backbend
Four corners
Little pieces of you
Crossing the borders
Do a backbend
For the photograph
Put a plastic tent in the desert
Get your microphones and your dancers
Feel the shaky gaze of an iPhone
Feel the pain of your ancestors
Put a taco truck in the parking lot
Bring your alcohol in your red pick-up
Let the kids run free, pray that they grow old
Carry light for the ones who've left us
Do a backbend
Four corners
Little tin can
Crossing the borders
Do a backbend
For the photograph
You might look at later
Overall you thought it was kind of ovverrated
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6. |
Mobile
05:04
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Hop in the car, we’re on an adventure
Driving all the way to Mobile
This is your cousin and this is your hometown
From many generations ago
Walk through the graveyard, me and my brothers
Are staring at stones in the ground
That’s great-grandma Sarah, slave owner from Selma
Can you feel her rolling around?
I wrote in my diary
I’ll get my matches and gasoline
Oh I wrote in my diary
I’ll burn it all till it’s smithereens
They’ll ask me
“Why did you burn down Mobile?
Can’t you see there’s something beautiful here?
Why did you burn down Mobile?
Get off your high horse, you’re not the victim here.”
Dining room ceilings stretch up to the heavens
Portraits on every wall
That’s great-grandma Sarah, slave owner from Selma
She holds her guitar just like you
I wrote in my diary
I’ll get my matches and gasoline
Oh I wrote in my diary
I’ll burn it all till it’s smithereens
They’ll ask me
“Why did you burn down Mobile?
Can’t you see there’s something beautiful here?
Why did you burn down Mobile?
Get off your high horse, you’re not the victim here.”
Welcome to church. It’s all marble and windows
And big money stained into glass
And Jesus the savior is dying across from
Highly hung confederate flags
I saw a black woman and then a policeman
Her body was pulled to the ground
It seems like nothing has changed in Mobile
Except me and my brothers are in town
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7. |
America (Interlude)
01:00
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8. |
St. Louis
04:08
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I take the bus the last stretch home
Grateful to be half alone
I look out the window
At places I don’t belong
And my mind is in St. Louis
My mind is in Kansas City baby
Where I didn’t have to know what I was doing
My mind is rattling around
In a red tin can with you
I’m about fifty miles from Georgia
I’m nervous to come back and hold ya
I can’t stay for very much longer
I watch the city emerge from a canopy of green
And my mind is in St. Louis
My mind is in Kansas City baby
Where I didn’t have to know what I was doing
My mind is rattling around
In a red tin can with you
And I’m back, fancy that, listening to NPR / Thinking ‘bout the future
I’m feeling scared and unprepared, but I guess that’s how it is / for every new adventure
So if you catch me in a daze, seemingly unfazed by this place you’ll know
That my mind is in St. Louis
My mind is in Kansas City baby
Where I didn’t have to know what I was doing
My mind is, my mind is, my mind
It’s in St. Louis
My mind is in Osgood, Indiana, Alabama, Kansas, Kansas City baby
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I know my mind is
Floating up and down, taking in the sounds, rattling around
In a red tin can with you
I’m about fifty miles from my new home
Another place for me to belong
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9. |
Boston
03:36
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My love I would like very much to apologize
My love I won’t lie
Sometimes I think I should have stayed
Cause I still think about
Sitting with you, common room
Asking me now to tell the truth
Pool table leaning against the wall
Inside I am trying to numb it all
Cause I can’t find my home (I can't find my home)
I’m lost without it
I can’t find my way back (I can't find my way)
Back without it
Back to Boston without it
Back to Boston without
Boston without
Boston without ah ah ah
Back to Boston without
Boston without
Boston without ah ah ah
My love I could say
There’s a way to make sense of this
But I don’t know why it played it out like it did
They say there’s a reason
A reason for everything
Even now, I still think about
Holding your hand on the porch step
Up in the loft trying to worry less
Walking from Cambridge to Brookline
If I’d had the words, I would have told you that
I can’t find my home (I can't find my home)
I’m lost without it
I can’t find my way back (I can't find my way)
Back without it
Back to Boston without it
Back to Boston without
Boston without
Boston without ah ah ah
Back to Boston without
Boston without
Boston without ah ah ah
(Can't find my home)
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10. |
Cherry and Oak
03:37
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Houses of brick and of plaster and wood
I’ve known many
Street names and classrooms and hearts that are good
I’ve seen plenty
Old city skylines, the dirt roads of my life,
Have shown me a world that is wide
But this is my constant, it’s all that I’ve known
It’s a place that I sometimes forget I can go
It’s the kitchen sink daydreams
The cherry and oak
It’s another goodbye and hello
It’s my home
Boxes and big trucks have become
A kind of punctuation
Marking close hugs and heartbreaks
and the growing pains of separation
New city skylines, the highways of my life
Have shown me more loss than I’d like
But this is my constant, it’s all that I’ve known
It’s a place that I sometimes forget I can go
It’s the lonely blue nightmares
The cherry and oak
It’s another goodbye and hello
It’s my home
Sometimes I envy the people who stay
They keep all their memories in a little house, or a little town by the way
It’s a place they can go just in case
Their whole world crumbles under the weight
Of what’s new
But I find that solace in you
You are my constant, you’re all that I’ve known
And yours are the arms that have pushed me to grow
Through the daydreams and nightmares
And memories I own
With you it is there that I go, to the place that’s alive in our souls
To the roots of the cherry and oak, yes there’s always a way
We can go home
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11. |
Home (Outro)
01:50
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