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Suitcase
02:43
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He's got his suitcase packed in the corner
But he never went anywhere, knows he's a goner
'Cause he stayed put for all of his days
He waited too long, and now it's too late
And he's too old, too tired, the time isn't right
The same thing he said when he thought last time
Of the corner in the room of the same old town
Packed up with his daydreams of setting out
With a suitcase
Now he's a company man, with tricks up his sleeve
It don't pay enough to stay, but too much to leave
He gets up for work before it gets light
At quittin' time, it's gettin' near night
His girlfriend's talkin' 'bout settling down
She's a practical girl who casts a disapproving frown
At the corner of the room that her boyfriend keeps
And talks about at night when his sleep is deep
The suitcase
In old Chicago-town, the bands are hot
And L.A. reads like a movie plot
Mexico's a good time for sure
And New York's got just a little bit more
He's made up his mind and he's ready to go
But somehow, he never go out the door
But it runs through his mind while he's running in place
The corner of the room where it always waits
The suitcase
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Talking Like a Train
04:19
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She said "I know you
You're the fellow who's always talking like a train
You come up hard, full-steaming
Then you're leaving like you won't be back again"
But I ain't just talking, I don't know where I'm supposed to be
In the complicated story of my name
The switchyard's calling me to places that I've never been
And I'm sitting here just talking like a train
Say it a million times, it'll never change
She says I look like I'm listening
While I'm sitting here, just drowning in my beer
I said "I don't mind talking to you, baby
And I'd do it even if you weren't the only one here"
But I ain't just talking, I don't know where I'm supposed to be
In the complicated story of my name
The switchyard's calling me to places that I've never been
And I'm sitting here just talking like a train
Say it a million times, it'll never change
It's all the difference in the world to say that I'm alone or that I'm lonely
Thinking of me, are you, baby?
It's all the difference in the world to say that we're apart or that we've parted
Brokenhearted or broken free?
Is that what you believe?
Is that what I believe?
You've broken free, but you've broken me
I'll say I'm happy
You'll say everything just works out for the best
When we both know it doesn't
Makes no difference to me, sitting here, the only one left
But I ain't just talking, I don't know where I'm supposed to be
In the complicated story of my name
The switchyard's calling me to places that I've never been
And I'm sitting here just talking like a train
Say it a million times, it'll never change
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Someone Else's Song
03:59
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People want to hear the things they know
You offer yourself to them, but they just won't go
So you buried your body down and you ground up your sweetest prose
And you sewed yourself a button on the collar of another man's clothes
You figured out your world and your world was wrong
Before you know it, you're singing someone else's song
People only see what they believe
I was never one of "them", so nobody ever saw me
I played a blind-man's game and never knew the rules
So I changed, now I'm the captain of this lost ship of fools
I was beautiful and free, but they were strong
So I changed by tune and started singing someone else's song
It's easy to concede and so hard to swim upstream
I cannot believe everyone's like me
You had something to say, but you found a better way
And said you wouldn't bite the hand that feeds
It's possible I don't know what I know
But if that's true, then who are you to tell me so
The captain of the fool-ship lays the law
I've seen better men than you who've heard the call
The road to self is narrow and it's long
But otherwise, you're singing someone else's song
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Big Chain
03:09
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There's a chain that's forming downtown
Stretches 'cross the land
Some people say it don't mean nothing
Some people don't understand
But others see the problem
And others draw the line
So raise your hands in a song of peace
And link 'em up into mine
And make a chain
Make a big chain
Filter one little thought through so many big brains
Big chain, big change
Some chains are made of silver
Some chains are made of gold
Some chains are made of people
Who just will not be ignored
A chain is not just one piece
There are many different parts
That come from different places
Connected at the heart
They make a chain
Make a big chain
Filter one little thought through so many big brains
Big chain, big change
Sometimes the spirit never dies...
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The Artist & His Wife
02:55
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The Language of the Kiss
04:58
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The night when I met you, I couldn't believe
The vision of loveliness sitting beside me
I wanted to touch you to see if you were real
I wanted to tell you all the things I hoped you'd feel
But my knees shook; my mouth was dry
I felt so nervous I wanted to die
How can I speak to you when you look at me that way?
So I kissed you and had nothing more to say
That evening in Charlotte when I held you tight
Nothing in my life before had ever felt so right
I wanted to tell you that I hoped that you loved me
I wanted to sing to you of how happy we would be
But tears of joy caught in my throat
I couldn't sing a single note
But I loved you, and I was telling you that day
So I kissed you and had nothing more to say
The language of the kiss can say so many things
And I hope you never miss all the joy it brings
The many times in my life I can't say what's on my mind
A kiss will give me words that a mortal couldn't find
That night in December, we'd had our final fight
And done too many wrongs to ever put them right
I'll never forget you, but I wanted to forgive
And wish you luck upon the life you chose to live
But my voice broke, and then went weak
My throat closed, I couldn't speak
So you took me in your arms before we parted ways
And you kissed me and had nothing more to say
The language of the kiss can say so many things...
Sweet things
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I never see the sun these days, even when it burns my skin
Surround myself with all my friends, but the loneliness still creeping in
I can't hear it, smell it, see it, but I feel it and it weighs a ton
Girl, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
These streets I'm walking these days always dump me off in divey bars
Where other lonesome sinners sit and sing and strum on their acoustic guitars
I strum myself and stay a bit; we'll ruminate and sing until the dawn
Singing "girl, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone"
I ain't saying that I'm special
Maybe I work better as a memory
But if absence makes the heart grow fonder
Lady, you won't ever see the end of me
When the truth is told by liars and the only light is from your cigarette
When the room is full of fire and your friends are standin' 'round 'cause they ain't seen it yet
I know you'll hold yourself together and you'll never let the cruel world keep you wrong
But girl, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
After all the barrooms close and all the little children go to bed
After all the tabs and scores are settled and everybody settles for what they get
You'll drift off thinking of me, and I think you'll think I may have been the one
Girl, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
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Ghost Town
03:51
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It's a ghost town in your arms
Shades of lovers come and gone
All your lovers in your arms
All your life you sleep with ghosts
But when the day is done
And the night has come
You don't want to be alone
It's amazing the way you change
When all your lovers remain the same
Different bodies, a common face
You try not to notice, either way
But when the day is done
And the night has come
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone
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