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Cowboy Junkies Miles From Our Home

I had a blue guitar, A blue guitar to play all night long. Singing songs of loss and love. Singing songs till morning comes. Ghosts in the basement Screams from

a bone He could not help but hang his eyes Her beauty held him so If this was not a state of Grace Then Grace he'd never know I want to yell farewell from

Hold on honey, there's a new dawn coming And a big bird to sweep you away Are you born yet? Are you listening? Are you sick of staring at the walls?

But I always drift on back to you. The beautiful is not chosen. The chosen becomes beautiful. I have never tired of Manna falling from above When conscious

Place my body on the funeral pyre, Cut it loose to float downstream Leave it frozen on a mountain top, Suspend it high to be picked clean You said never

bone He could not help but hang his eyes Her beauty held him so If this was not a state of grace Then grace he'd never know I want to yell farewell from

sky slowly turning golden The cowards at His feet loudly laughing Loved ones stumbling homeward their words reeling Red tail above my head quietly soaring Waters turn from

had a blue guitar A blue guitar to play all night long Singing songs of loss and love Singing songs till morning comes Ghosts in the basement, screams from

Hold on honey, there's a new dawn coming And a big bird to sweep you away Are you born yet? Are you listening? Are you sick of staring at the walls?