He says that soldiers always fall in love with gypsies and then wonder why they have nowhere to write.
And the sunset says, “We see this all the time.”
You sit there in your heartache waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways.
You play forgiveness.
Watch it, now! Here he comes!
He doesn’t look a bit like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman like you imagined when you were young.
Shut the door to the moon, and let the birds gather.
Play no more with the fool, and let the souls wander.
-The Swell Season
Do you hear when I call in the midst of wrong? Do you hear these here words while I sing you this song? Are you caught up in me, like I heard you say? Or, just some big cashier that I’ll have to pay?
I just want to be not what I am today.
I just want to be better than my friends might say.
I just want a small part in your passion’s play.
-William Fitzsimmons
I’m not sure why it always flows downhill. Why broken cisterns never could stay filled.
I’ve spent ten years singing gravity away, but the water keeps on falling from the sky.
-Jon Foreman
Underneath my bed there’s a raincoat. It’s packed with scarves and books, just go look. But, don’t let the storm slow you down. No honey, don’t let the storm slow us down.
The sound the furnace makes irritates you. I promise by next Spring we’ll replace it. But, don’t let the Winter run you out. No honey, don’t let the Winter run us down.
-Adam Agin
He said, “It’s crazy how love stays we me.”
You know it hurts me, ‘cause I didn’t figure it out before.
And now it’s too late for a soliloquy, it’s way to late for dignity.
It’s time for apologies.
-Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
I don’t know what I’ve done, or if I like what I’ve begun. But, something told me to run, and honey, you know me, it’s all or none.
There were sounds in my head, little voices whispering. That “I should go” and “this should end”.
Oh and I found myself listening
-Missy Higgins
We built a tall, tall tower.
Towards the sun, towards the sun.
Took some words and built a wall
And called it love, called it love.
Somewhere in all the talking, the meaning faded out.
Oh, I wonder, when did it all stop making sense? I don’t understand.
-Joy Williams