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Winter Ladders
03:00
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I want to love something as much as I love these rolling plains
And in its vast expanses I would feel just the same
As if I had looked past the horizon and seen every living thing
Learned all that there was to know without ever leaving
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Up Came the Wind
02:03
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Sam and Lorraine
02:31
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Sam turned on his old transistor radio and he tuned in all the frequencies of all his longtime favorite shows.
But all he got was the static, he says there's nothing fun about getting older.
And he remembered that September night dancing in the living room to Nat King Cole.
Lorraine stands by the window, "Sam, I'm leaving soon." and with a hand pressed to his chest she says,
"I'll always be right here."
But oh Lorraine dear, what do you mean? I find it all so hard to believe, what are you telling me now?
Just then he recalled when he was younger counting clouds down the Appalachian trail, all of the different shapes they made,
those little white boats - they never quite learned how to sail.
'Cause when the earthly breezes blow, the vast canopy somehow remained superimposed
Like the loneliest of West Virginia ghost towns, sleeping in December snows.
But oh, Lorraine dear, what do you mean? I find it all so hard to believe.
Tell me what do I need now?
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It's All Mental
02:30
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Oh, What a World
02:08
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Rain, little drop of rain, it fell on mainstreet and struck the continental divide.
As one half went west, the other east, through the water cycle the molecules of hydrogen and oxygen they will meet again.
Oh what a world of possibilities, all the abstract metaphors, the complex similes -
Could they all possibly be pointing in the same direction, towards something more divine.
Well, if I were you I'd check back during normal business hours.
Science doesn't have an answer for you at this time.
And if I were a bird I'd flown away by now maybe up to Anchorage, oh I hear that's where those trees grow big and tall-
And there I'd sit and sing about everything, I'd be thinking about nothing at all.
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What Happens
03:04
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Do you know what happens when we die?
Some believe that we'll just go to a hole in the ground and others that we'll rise up and see the face of God.
And others they will not.
Do you know what happens when we die?
I've been told that body and soul with separate.
But I'd like to think we'd all turn into little fireflies. Burn into the...
And on warm summer nights we'd travel down the backroads
And underneath the streetlights and into the windows of the places we grew up.
Oh yes, the children we once were they'll put us into jars and take us home and
On their window sills that's where we'll find a temporary place to call our own.
There we will illuminate in our complacent rotation.
Until our lids are lifted off, then we'll all be free, we will truly live again.
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Houses
03:32
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Daylight Savings time, I should have set my watch. Now it's an hour behind.
The last words that I heard took the form of current down a telephone wire, well from here on out it looks like we're on our own.
I'm progressing but I'm not moving ahead, in fact I'm regressing back. Oh it's a nice warm bed.
But now the bottom of everything is falling out and I know it's a dream but I just want to shout out loud.
"The houses I saw they all had stories, some dating back to the 1940s. There were many pictures on each floor of our fathers
our families and friends and so much more."
But every time I looked each image faded, I had to close my eyes and imagine the way that things use to be.
I lit the fire in the darkest room, where the walls still talked, your voice resumed long after you had gone.
I could hear your voice resume long after you had gone.
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Folklore
02:48
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I'm gonna write you a folk song, gonna try my best.
About county roads and county lines and traveling out west.
But what I'd really like to do, while we both are in our prime.
Is travel those lonesome routes once limited to our heroes, our stereos and images in our minds - in our minds.
Turning point in Tennessee we chose Nashville at night and you took the wheel as I slept silently waking up to sporadic
passing lights.
And you told me, "When we get lost, if we get lost, I'll make sure everything's all right."
New Orleans through the Blue Ridge Mountains, we ended up in Maine.
Boston, Austin and The Four Corners, they all looked just the same.
Until we reached the coast of California - in Monterey.
You said, "Why not Washington? We'll take the PCH oh yeah!"
From Memphis to Norfolk is a 36 hour drive, touch down Jackson, CC Rider, I forgot the words to Patsy Cline
And you called me a fool. I said "My friend we are young and free and now we've been hittin' some hard traveling too.
We can say that we've been hitting some hard traveling too."
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