I grew up in a little town A southern mix of lost and found Where most folks seem to stick around But I could hear the highway song I'd sit out on the
If you'll step inside this great glass elevator It'll take us up above the city lights To where the planet curves away to the equator I want to show you
Awful is all, awful like cookie Sour and ringing and lost to this world These are times, I should shut up about Iris and Oly, He didn't know how else
Laura and Tommy were lovers He wanted to give her everything Flowers, presents, but most of all, a wedding ring He saw a sign for a stock car race A
Father Abraham Do you remember when You were called to a land And didn?t know the way ?Cause we are wandering In a foreign land We are children of the
I suppose you could lay me down to die in Illinois Bury me beneath the rows of corn Or in-between the maple trees I climbed on as a boy Where in the Land
There is no road to bear me from my sorrow No healing that is deeper than this hurt My heart is gone away across the water To the bright, undying shores
Open the door and run outside Your little boy heart alive Into the morning light Into the deep and wide Dinosaur bones in the flowerbed Rockets in the
We touched down on the sound At the top of the world In the land of the midnight sun Where the frozen river melts away And breaks into a run Into the
I met the queen of Iowa She was dying on a couch in the suburbs And with all of the things she was dying of She was more alive than the others She was
My uncle?s in the county jail His time is on his hands He knows he chose a barren cell Over a fair and fertile land He took another hit He hit another
Gather round ye children come, Listen to the old old story Of the power of death undone By an infant born of glory Son of God, Son of Man
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot I am the scattered seed that fell along the path I am the son who ran away I am the bitter son who stayed
Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand Our ankles bear no calluses from chains, yet Lord, we're bound
Well, we all remember Moses on the banks of the river He said "Pharaoh, you've got to let my people go. You don't want me to have to tell you this ten
It came to pass back in those days that Caesar, he decreed A census would be taken of the Roman world, you see So everyone packed up and headed back to
It was not a silent night There was blood on the ground You could hear a woman cry In the alleyways that night On the streets of David's town And the
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