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By Townes Van Zandt Submitted by chris Date: 2009 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2009.07.29.15.44.13128]] |
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My days, they are the highway kind They only come to leave But the leavin I don't mind It's the comin that I crave. Pour the sun upon the ground Stand to throw a shadow Watch it grow into a night And fill the spinnin sky. Time among the pine trees It felt like breath of air Usually I just walk these streets And tell myself to care. Sometimes I believe me And sometimes I don't hear. Sometimes the shape I'm in Won't let me go. Well, I dont know too much for true But my heart knows how to pound My legs know how to love someone My voice knows how to sound. Shame that it's not enough Shame that it is a shame. Follow the circle down Where would you be? You're the only one I want now I never heard your name. Let's hope we meet some day If we don't it's all the same. I'll meet the ones between us, And be thinkin bout you And all the places I have seen And why you were not there. |