miles

from by Lumber Lung

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Late night car drive,
Headlights glare on your face.
Stripes and wires and your wide eyes,
Turn off the radio.
You talk to me cause you've got no one else
Who will listen to you, when you say
Some things get better, but the worst get worse.

With all the comfort of ritual and the safety of rules,
I didn't want to hear you say it,
You probably didn't want to tell me,
And I think, I'm too young for this.

Empty jars that we need to fill,
Wiping ashes from the window sill
This work replaces prayer.
Empty jars that we need to fill,
Wiping ashes from the window sill
Because there isn't anyone to pray to.

We work all our lives and our work is cheap, our work is cheap.
Just give us something to hold,
Just give us someone to hold.

Some days it's too hard for me to get down on my knees
And scrub tracks off the kitchen floor.
Some days it's too hard for me to get down on my knees
And settle with hope for something more.
But I still think I'm too young for this.

Just give us something to hold,
Just give us someone to hold.

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from 2012, released August 1, 2012

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