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I caught you looking away, when you saw she was calling
I caught you looking away, when you saw she was calling,
but why call a worry a waste,
when it isn’t much different to say;
I caught you calling away, when you saw she wasn’t looking your way
But you’re reading so many
little books
about anything at all,
don’t you worry so much,
don’t you worry much, anymore?
When will the sun go down, so you can justify sleeping,
When will the sun go down, so you can justify sleeping,
when did it say it’s going down,
the last time you checked it out;
when will the sun go down?
But you’re reading so many
little books
about anything at all,
don’t you worry so much,
don’t you worry much, anymore?
I caught you looking at the waves, anyways,
don’t you ever worry they might take you away?
but I don’t mind laying awake no,
with my eyes to the light and light to the brain
eyes to the light and light to the brain,
eyes to the light and light to the brain
eyes to the light
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Any Day Now
I won’t care so much about you,
Any day now
I won’t mind what you do,
and in a moment
I won’t mind at all
but tonight (I’ll Keep wondering)
like I do
Someday I won’t mind if she makes you laugh
more than I do
I know this feeling won’t last
it’s going to be gone in a flash
but tonight (I’ll Keep wondering)
like I do
We used to dance alone on the kitchen floor
with every spin and dip I’d fall just a little more
and in a moment I’m scared I might just forget
what it means to have no regrets
for now
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Flying Lessons
04:15
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I don’t know about flying a jet plane
and if I did you would know by the flames
how I can crash a burn through the sound of a radio controller
screaming don’t go, don’t go yet
not quite yet
I’ve crashed a car going twelve and a half K fast
that’s all I need to wreck a moment that should last
and watch her walk away seven paces, yes
to turn a corner away with a pirouette
oh my my, this time I’ll be fine
just not quite yet
If I’m at work then I’ll have to wait to watch you leave
without a clue of which airport your flight would be
but as it happens I’ve been counting ships floating by
I saw written in the rust of one -Ike, Goodbye
Oh my my, this time I’ll be fine
just not quite yet
If I didn’t know, if I didn’t know better,
I should be waiting on the driveway for a letter
addressed to me and where nothing else resides
an empty envelope with a nod and a wink inside
Oh my my,
this time I’ll be fine
just not quite yet
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When I was young my mom told me,
about the time when her mom,
watered the statue in the garden
to watch it grow
And I laughed when I was young,
just because I was young,
never been anything else.
She keeps helium by the stairs for when she goes
she's going to go laughing
she keeps helium by the stairs for when she goes
she'll go high pitched and laughing
my old man used to talk about the time that would come
when he gets too old to stoke the fire just to watch it go out
and if we laughed when we were young it's just because we were young
and never seen anything else
and I get it if you're scared
but for a while at least you won't be going anywhere,
and if time whispers on so slow,
you can meet me at the station for the last train to go home
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Way With Words
04:07
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If you've got a way with words
tell me to walk home alone
if the thought overshadows it all
then I'll go yes I'll and I'll go
If you feel the need to shatter it all
don't just sit this one out no no
if you've got something to say to me
let it out, let it out, let it out
I've seen you put the brush to canvas
we'll pencil to paper at least
now close your eyes and stumble
see if what you drew looks nothing like me
if you've got a way with words
if you've got something to talk about
if you got a if you got a way
you want this to transpire let me know
what were you working on all night
what were you making on your own
if you drew for me direction without distractions
would they take me back home
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It starts with a dream,
because you only visit me when I’m asleep,
and it ends with a dream unfortunately,
of you laying right next to me,
why does it seem,
you only visit me when I’m asleep,
it’s just a silly dream
but you only visit me when I’m asleep,
(and that’s why) I won’t listen when you say, to me, so softly,
forget about me
forget about me please
I heard a voice as it’s calling as it’s calling me,
like a knife through the noise,
I’ve never been so sure I’m where I supposed to be
Then why does it seem,
this only happens now when I’m asleep,
It’s just a silly dream, I mean, obviously
(and that’s why) I won’t listen when you say, to me, so softly,
forget about me
forget about me please
forget about me
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Good things happen slowly,
and bad things all at once,
when you see for the first time,
the frame left bare and narrow,
plaster gone, holed up and nestled up in a line,
when you come kicking face to face with your home in an earth quake,
and the wind whipping through your hair,
learn how it's built in the first place,
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If you go, If you go, If you go,
Please don’t tell me so,
If you go, If you go, If you go,
Please don’t let me know
I had a Beau [girl] and life was so fine (but I)
couldn’t tell if [s]he was coming, or going or stuck on the line
every morning I’d wake up waiting for news that you had gone
and when it comes it goes and it sounds all wrong
CHORUS
Apartment is empty except for your face
in a dusty framed portrait of us on the fireplace
if I’d gotten one word from you one last goodbye
I’d have to pack it up and be left to wonder why so
CHORUS
it wasn’t December or mostly the fall
but shorter days mean shorter lives and less time for the long haul
so if you’re going and if you don’t mind
slipping quietly out the back door keeping me deaf, dumb and blind,
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And I'll Sit and I sit and Wonder,
why it hurts, why it hurts me so
and I sit and wonder,
why it hurts, why it hurts to be alone
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Isaac Balson Kelowna, British Columbia
Bedroom acoustic experimenter
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