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I Don't Know
04:20
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Skin like leather, stretched and weathered
Can’t say whether sun or smoke
Hair to shoulders - this man is older
But still younger than I know
And I will fall asleep while he lies down
Beneath a streetlight on the edge of town
And though I try to rest, my conscience screams
I hear his mother whisper in my dreams,
“Just because you need a savior doesn’t mean you’re just a sinner
Just because there is a loser doesn’t mean there is a winner
And sometimes the right answer is ‘I don’t know’.”
Skin is snow white, as chemicals fight
To keep the white light at an arm’s length
Hair is all gone, but still it’s too strong
And she’s too young to go this way
And I will fall asleep while she falls through,
Between the lab coats in a sterile room
And though I try to rest, my conscience screams
I hear her father whisper in my dreams,
“Just because you need a savior doesn’t mean you’re just a sinner
Just because there is a loser doesn’t mean there is a winner
And sometimes the right answer is ‘I don’t know’.”
And I am screaming at the dice “Why’d you roll that way?”
And I am pleading with the night, though it might be in vain
So I will sing the only thing that I can say -
Just because you know the weather
Doesn’t mean you know the season
Just because you know a heart break
Doesn’t mean you know the reason
And sometimes the right answer -
Just because we need a savior doesn’t mean we’re less than sinners
Just because we may be losers doesn’t mean we can’t be winners
And sometimes the right answer -
Sometimes the right answer -
Sometimes the right answer is 'we don't know'
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2. |
Fable
03:59
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You might catch her riding high upon the waves
Down in Newport, California
You might catch her in Manhattan taking names
Talking tough like a New Yorker
You might catch her out in London drinking late
Running a tab she can’t afford
And the people say she’s living life the way
That she should before she’s older
For it is strange the way the river bends
And she can’t know where it will lead
I know she’d like to think it never ends
But she would like to think a lot of things
You might catch her driving east across the plains
Passing Tulsa, Oklahoma
You might catch her flying west over the states
To her home in Arizona
You might catch her hunting treasure out in Spain
Searching castles in Segovia
And the people say she’s living life the way
That she should before she’s colder
For it is strange the way the river bends
And she has thrown away the map
And she would like to think it never ends
But she won’t know so let her row while she can
She is heading down a road she’s never known
But she will go while she is able
She has lost her phone with no direction home
But turning back’s not on the table
You know you cannot keep an eagle in a cage
Can’t keep a stallion in a stable
So give her space and let her run her race
And if she fails, make it a fable
For it is strange the way the river bends
And we don’t know where it will lead
I know we’d like to think it never ends
But we would like to think a lot of things
For it is strange the way the river bends
I think we all could use a hand
I know we’d like to think it never ends
But we don’t know so let us row while we can
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Enough
04:45
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People have been talking, and they’re saying funny things
They tell her who she is—who she is supposed to be
She sees that they will define her by the head-turning words they’ve heard
But they don’t understand that that’s not her
Pride is an idol that is idling her dreams
It says she’s a failure unless she does these great things like
Win on Wall Street or run the country or finally find the cure
But they don’t understand that that’s not her
She is life that is lived with a fire in the heart
She is passion and purpose and she won’t give up
She is more than a name but less than the ones she loves
Every day a heart beats, every day a heart stops
Every day she loses a little of the life that she wants
She is only human, and let that be enough
Life is a tightrope and it’s hard to keep your feet
It’s balance and progress, but it’s slow and in between—see
Life is too short to take the fast road or live for less than you’re worth
And if you know her then you know that that’s not her
She is life that is lived with a fire in the heart
She is passion and purpose and she won’t give up
She is more than a name but less than the ones she loves
Every day a heart beats, every day a heart stops
Every day she loses a little of the life that she wants
She is only human, and let that be enough
People keep talking, but she’s not listening anymore
People keep talking, but it’s about time she shuts that door
People keep talking, but she’s not listening anymore
People keep talking, but it’s about time she shuts that door
People keep talking, but she’s not listening anymore
People keep talking, but it’s about time she shuts that door
People keep talking, but she’s not listening anymore
She's not listening, she's not listening
She is life that is lived with a fire in the heart
She is passion and purpose and she won’t give up
She is more than a name but less than the ones she loves
Every day a heart beats, every day a heart stops
Every day she loses a little of the life that she wants
She is only human, and let that be—
She is only human, so let her be
She is only human, and let that be enough
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4. |
The Astronaut
05:34
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Born on a farm but he’d heard of far places
The boy loved his home, but he knew all the faces
He needed to leave, but his mother had begged him to stay
Dreamt ‘til his dreams made his home seem foreign
Sweat on his brow, but nothing else for him
Broke his mom’s heart when he told her he must go today
Gathered the gold for his work in the ground
Bought the first seat on the last greyhound
And drove ‘til the glow of the small town had started to fade
But through his window he could still see the stars
And somehow they seemed just a little less far
So he slept like a babe as he dreamed of a place far away
Among the stars, among the stars,
May we never forget who we are
Among the stars, among the stars,
Among the stars
Wandered the city, a face in the crowd
The man would look up as the people looked down
But stars can be harder to see over neon signs
He jumped through their hoops, unaware of the danger
The people cried “king” but the mirror mocked “stranger”
Climbing each ladder, he only got sadder to find—
That life at the top could be lonely and cruel
The toys and the noise hid the stars from view
So in a moment of rage, he threw off his cage and took flight
Settled out west on the edge of the town
Where the stars could be seen through the thickest clouds
In a moonlit trance, he would dance in a natural light
Among the stars, among the stars,
May we never forget who we are
Among the stars, among the stars,
Among the stars
The years passed by and the man grew old
Silent and cold from the violence he’d known
He’d weep as the people would bleed over nickels and dimes
They’d kill over gods, they'd kill over colors
Kill all their neighbors and then kill each other
Broke his old heart to depart but he knew it was time
Gathered the change from his pockets and boots
Traded his name for a rocket and suit
And flew for a year ‘fore he peered at the small earth from space
But all he could see was a pale blue dot,
Where the kings had been crowned and the wars had been fought
So he threw up his hands and he wept ‘til he wasted away
Among the stars, among the stars,
May we never forget who we are
Among the stars, among the stars,
Among the stars
Among the stars, among the stars,
May we never forget who we are
Among the stars, among the stars,
Among the stars
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5. |
Grace
04:32
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You get tired of running when your legs get sore
And the road makes you wonder what it is you’re running for
And the weight of each mile takes a toll on your smile
When you don’t know what it is you’re running for
You get tired of running when you can’t see the sun
And the path lay before you, but the day is almost done
And the burden you’re bearing is the weight of not caring
When you don’t know what it is you’re running from
So give me the grace to see when the light is dim
And the hope to hold to in the wind
When the road gets cold and the leaves fall on their own
Give me the strength to stand when the feeling’s gone
Give me just enough to make it home
Give me enough to run when I don't know
You get tired of running when it’s all been for show
And the reason you’re running is that someone just said “go”
But you’re willing to listen to that song in the distance
When you don’t know what it is that you don’t know
So give me the grace to see when the light is dim
And the hope to hold to in the wind
When the road gets cold and the leaves fall on their own
Give me the strength to stand when the feeling’s gone
Give me just enough to make it home
Give me enough to run when I don't know
So give me the grace to see when the light is dim
And the hope to hold to in the wind
When the road gets cold and the leaves fall on their own
Give me the strength to stand when the feeling’s gone
Give me just enough to make it home
Give me enough to run when I don't know
Give me enough to run when I don't know
Give me enough to run when I don't know
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