Here I am again
Coming in from the cold
Here I am again
Humming your tune
Well here I am again
Just waiting around in my rain soaked shoes
Half smile, half frown
'Cause I'm thinking about you in your summer dress
Oh you're out there in the sun somewhere

So m

Well you call again,
as if I don't know what you're going to say...
So let it ring,
I can count the cracks in the ceiling all day long.

I guess the birds they just went south,
but I've got no where to go,
it's 31 and falling,
I've been dreaming of you darling,
i

Suicidal sunrise and the tears upon your face
It seems all that keeps you existing in this place
Are the powders and tonics after all the guests are gone
Listening to the empty telephone

And if you thought she'd listen
You would tell her one more time
How you'd bargain

Oh no, here I go again, I must be crazy
well every sign says turn back before it's too late
and I've got my heart in my hand, pedal to the floor
yeah I'm approaching the edge, I'm asking you for more

and I should have learned my lesson the first twenty times
but bad news is

This is a story of burning bridges
And allowing time to pass
This is a story of forgiveness
And breaking things in my hands
This is a story of understanding
You can't choose who you love
And this is a story of soft skin
And rats in the walls

Well you can't just

Maybe I won't give you a chance
to untangle all your stories...
I'll be as graceful as a bird now,
following the skyline...

and I'll land resting on the first thing
that doesn't bear your name...
I already took all the pictures down.

It's record highs out on the w

Well I'm lost today,
I'm almost wandering
back to the door that slammed in my face,
oh but here I am, here I am,
here I'll stay...

But when will the street signs stop pointing west,
when will my thoughts stop drifting like smoke
over the ridge to the trail we used t

You've been low,
you've been thinking about the last time,
but I know
there's still a window that leads outside...

Sweet air through the summer screen,
tall grass and warm stones,
where are you today?
'cause you're missing it all...

You were twisting the lens,

You knew me pretty well
But I never let you see my dark side
So it's perfectly appropriate
That I'm careening down the highway
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Praying for the courage to do something reckless

Well a short hiatus of perceived bliss
I guess it's back

I've got skin like birch bark
You can peel me off and lose me to the wind
I guess it's too late to protect myself from this

It feels like I've been driving north
It's getting colder by the mile
And at this rate I'll be buried in snow in no time at all
But you've been bu

Well I slide through the days
or drink them like water,
hope I'll wake up again to a sparrow song...

I'm holding myself,
waiting and waiting in the belly of a boat,
praying for dryland...

Well the key that's in question,
I tied it to the end of a kite-string
o

Everything is free now,
That's what they say.
Everything I ever done,
Gotta give it away.
Someone hit the big score.
They figured it out,
That we're gonna do it anyway,
Even if doesn't pay.

I can get a tip jar,
Gas up the car,
And try to make a little ch

It was a saffron day on the avenue
I took the evening train back to my dark room
And the periwinkle sky was just the night in disguise
Oh and everything eventually turns grey

Well if you saw me now, I'd still talk at my shoes
And if I saw you now, your eyes would still be b

Two doves lying dead
side by side on the cement
two doves didn't know what hit'em
as they flew into their reflections
and you're a reflection
of what I could have been
I've crashed into that glass
and now I'm bleeding from within

well this wouldn't be the first

Looking in the wrong direction
so I'm getting myself lost
yes, desperation has its cost
and I thought I knew better, oh
the things I thought
the things I wanted to be
the things I'm not, the things I'm not
and I've come to terms with the lines on my brow
and how I

Well I never won you over,
I just caught you on a good day...
We were laughing in the back
of an old city taxi,
with no mention of my borrowed time,
just the glow of the whiskey
and the holiday lights.

Well there's no need to name this,
because we're just going

We sang porch songs like we were rock stars
We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last
Then it was back in the car
The coast to the cornfields
Maybe we were just looking for something else to call ourselves

Rest stop coffee, yeah postcards back home
Back seat scenes

Pulled my jacket tight around
And watched the grass turn to straw
March came like an avalanche
And I watched it all come down

You came a long way, didn't you?
Just to say you're going back
Now I'm standing by the car alone
And I'm fumbling with my roadmap
Oh eve

Maybe you learned it from your family
Mix in a little of the old midwest
It seems someone out there built a legacy
On keeping everything tight under wraps
And all the secrets in the silos
You won't even whisper them to the prairie wind
And now we're talking on the telepho

You pack your sweaters for the fall
and the flowers die in their garden rows
and the warm words can't help at all,
everybody knows...

You're trying to find a compromise
between remembering and learning to forget,
so now just pouring a glass of water
is like trying t