Let's go down to the fields tonight
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Where the grass grows round our knees
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Lay down in the silver light
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Dripping through the trees
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Broken halo in my hands
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And distance in your eyes
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The past is gone, good luck, so long
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Cross ourselves and hope to fly
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No roadmaps, no signposts
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No north star, no lifeboats
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No cavalry coming in sight
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But we're all right
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Let's feel small in the world tonight
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Beneath a giant sky
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Forget for once who is wrong or right
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Just let it all go by
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Close our eyes when we grow tired
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And dream of where we'll be
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When night gives way to another day
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Have we ever woken up this free
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I never had a talisman, I never wore a charm
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But it's not too late to believe that fate
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Was always keeping us from harm
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No roadmap, no signposts
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No north star, no lifeboats
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No miracles coming in sight
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No voices to guide us, no angels beside us
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No shaman, no mystical light
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No omens, no compass, no seer, no prophet
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No cavalry coming in sight
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But we're all right
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We're all right
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We're all right
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We're all right
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We're All Right
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
