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Three Loose Stones
03:58
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You've three loose stones in your wedding ring.
You get lost in singing hymns and walking down by the oak.
Wondering when it got to now, you curse the ground that spit him out.
You take back every word.
But you put yourself together for your family man.
He's headed back to see you, carrying the rope to pull you down.
And you're trying to remember every flash of light flying off between us.
They won't stay long enough to hold.
Now I'm all fucked up on the way back home.
Harvest playing on the radio and I don't speak unless I'm spoken to.
I've got fifteen bucks and the blankest stare. Got the sweetest dog but she's never there when I am.
I guess she's running too.
So I fold my hands together like a holy man.
Well no, I don't believe it. Just begging for a way to get it out.
But I seem to only think of every flash of light flying off between us.
They won't stay long enough to hold.
Shadows from the highway go moving through the AM glow.
And we just watch them dance.
Hold it up or let it be. Leave this town and run with me.
I know that you can't.
There's a fever on the wind and it's howling out. A northbound plane. Chicago.
I won't even look the other way.
'Cause I'm giving up tonight. Every flash of light flying off between us
won't stay long enough to hold. They won't stay long enough to hold.
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Stolen Time
03:26
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With that full moon wild on the freeway I'd just about all I could take. Ran for my mind like a scarecrow stirred awake.
And I used to think the words in between us were something of a debt we would pay. Man, I don't know how they got so far away.
It's all stolen time when held to an honest light.
Might have known all along but it's strange when you get it right.
So I bet it all on a coastline and let history trade with the wind.
I can hear those same words calling me back again.
There's no good leg left to stand on or maybe you can't even tell when there's reason enough to lie and wear it well.
It's all stolen time when held to an honest light.
Might have known all along but it's strange when you get it right.
Is it wrong to wait here and count another thousand years?
Just staring back at roads that disappear.
It's all stolen time when held to an honest light.
Might have known all along but it's strange when you get it right.
If we changed our minds, shouldered the weight and tried.
Would it change anything at all? Would we get it right?
It's passing me by.
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Mathew Peluso Portland, Oregon
Portland-based songwriter. A little late to the party, might not even go.
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