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It's pretty good, the wine
The way that we look
At ten to eight in the morning
Yeah, just talkin'
Still awake in dawn and dew drinkin'
Thinkin' always
Rememberin' the laughs, the time we got high
For seven days down in New Orleans
And it seemed like no one else knew
We were just the moon and sun
In fog before the heat burned it away
And took the sleep from tired heads
On beds of reachin' hands
Road trip, breath and long tall freedom
Then you long for the days
Trippin' down the long road
Just reading' the signs
That show you the way
To higher place, you meditate
To feel the quiet of the earth
Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright
Another shame the way the city smells worse
On a hot day in August, 2 PM
Right before us good movers move
And the shakers break our hearts
Get home to country love
And the garbage dump by
The dried up creek near the forest
That once had a life
And then it turn on the news
Somebody shoot me soon
I'm tired of overheatin'
Fallin' quick to bending knees and broken veins
Of always needin' faith to get to shore
And break all the vows, I've made
Then you long for the days
Trippin' down the long road
Just readin' the signs
That show you the way
To higher place, you meditate
To feel the quiet of the earth
Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright
No time or presence of mind
To wonder why no time for questions
Of why? I wonder why something's wrong?
Again the noise shakes the ground
There's a rage in the crowd
I'm a face in the crowd, face in the crowd
Face in the crowd
What's your name?
You're sinkin' in the sand
Standin' next to me
A river runnin' through your pants
Afraid to trust me when my hands
Are helpin' you
Then you long for the days
Trippin' down the long road
Just readin' the signs
That show you the way
To higher place, you meditate
To feel the quiet of the earth
Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright
Alright, back when the truth was the way
And the [Incomprehensible]
He used to be alright
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