So there is this woman and she was on an airplane, and she's flying to meet her fiance, sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth, and she
(Elliott Smith Cover) I'm waiting for the train The subway that only goes one way The stupid thing that will come to pull us apart And make everybody
The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleeping in their beds The city's cemetery's humming I'm wide awake, it's morning And I have my drugs, I
Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that
just some lie, they slept beside. Yeah I kept this from them, But I can't keep this from you. So will you look for me, in that strange bright place,
If you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday So you walk that way, I'll walk
Grey like new day leaks through the window And some old song comes on the alarm clock radio You walk the forty blocks to the middle Of the place we heard
If you hate the taste of wine Why do you drink it till you're blind? And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares How come you say it like you
I was a postcard, I was a record I was a camera until I went blind Now I'm riding all over this island Looking for something to open my eyes We will
(Feist Cover) Helping the kids out of their coats But wait the babies haven't been born Unpacking the bags and setting up And planting lilacs and buttercups
When the president talks to God Are the conversations brief or long? Does he ask to rape our womens' rights Or to send poor farm kids off to die? Will
Well, the song you sung spiraled and hung round like echoes or ripples on a pond. So you circled the globe, spent a year on the road without ever going
were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty. They are smeared and these blurs come in random order and they color the eyes
a blue moon there is a blue sky I wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite It hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies And then the tears pour out of my blue eyes
There is no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot in turn Is studied once again It's a shocking bit
some lie that they slept beside I kept this from them but I can't keep this from you So will you look for me in that strange, bright place? Where the
some lie, they slept beside. Yeah I kept this from them, But I can't keep this from you. So will you look for me, in that strange bright place, Where
