Caught in a world wind of broken sticks and bones
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An alphabet of hurricanes can blow this drifted home.
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And the train kicks up snow across this cold New Mexico
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And as I cross the real ground I finally let you go
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To fall into the icy stream of different lives and different dreams.
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And you¡¯ll go lightly on your way,
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I will go lightly on the same.
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Woke up in Kansas from a dream of burning ships
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And I still taste the ocean, girl, and you on my lips.
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But I can¡¯t seem to change the way this story wants to play
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Life is in the living, not the telling, anyway.
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I press myself into the glass and silver moon lights up my path.
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As I¡¯ll go lightly on my way
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And you will go lightly on the same.
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Yes, you go lightly on your way.
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Shaken by a broken rail in Princeton, Illinois,
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With time to kill, I drank my fill and gave the Jukebox all my coins.
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And this one¡¯s for the friends I lost and one I¡¯ve left behind
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No, this one¡¯s not for you, I take it back, I¡¯ve changed my mind.
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The music drifts into the night, calls to me and says it¡¯s time
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To go lightly on my way
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And you will go lightly on the same.
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Yes, you¡¯ll go lightly on,
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Yes, you¡¯ll go lightly, go lightly on.
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Sunset on the hearts and sends this city into gold
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They stole an elder rider, it ain¡¯t mine and it sure ain¡¯t yours.
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But I¡¯ve been here for every season, somehow you forget
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You claim this city for yourself. Well, take it, it¡¯s my gift.
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There¡¯s nothing left to divide, you take the days, I¡¯ll take the nights.
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And I¡¯ll go lightly on my way
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And you will go lightly on the same.
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Yes, you¡¯ll go lightly on your way
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Yes, you¡¯ll go lightly, go lightly on.
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Yes, you¡¯ll go lightly, go lightly on.
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Caught in a world wind of broken sticks and bones
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An alphabet of hurricanes can blow this drifted home,
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Can blow this drifted home, can blow this drifted home.
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The Alphabet Of Hurricanes
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| Tom McRae |
