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lyrics
At the edge of burning mountains
I sat with the oldest person I’ve ever known
Ruby Haas at 100 years old
I’m thankful for her seed
Given to my grandmother
And my grandmother to my father
And my father to me
Because without it I likely wouldn’t be anything
I dreamt that I was something you wrote
One mile up in depression era Colorado
Did I leap of the page?
Was I screamin’ when I was born right there on that page?
I wish you’d left me something to say
For the people gathered ‘round to read all of my names
At my birth at Burning Mountains
Strange it’s all I’ve ever known
That existence was written at the tip of your pen
In that notebook that holds everything
I dreamt that I was something you wrote
One mile up in depression era Colorado
Did I leap off the page?
Was I screamin’ when I was born right there on that page?
I wish you’d left me something to say
But when my moment comes I’ll stand and I’ll say
I wanna paint your face
All cold and grey
Just like it was in those pictures
Those pictures that you’d take
And hang ‘em all around your room
On Sunday Afternoons
While I would sleep
You couldn’t sleep, you wouldn’t sleep
But your car, like your hair
Your unmade hair
What a mess of trash and drugs
Rollin’ all around the neighborhood
Blastin’ songs that you would sing
Only knowing vaguely what they mean
But they were yours
And no matter what happens, my friend
I know that all good things must pass
But if you were here
Or maybe I was there
We could write some hits
Maybe make it big
We wouldn’t have to say
Don’t be a stranger
We’ve shared too many drinks
to let such things make us unfamiliar
And no matter what happens, my friend
I know that all good things must pass
If I was there, year after year
I wouldn’t have to say
What a stranger we’ve both become
I want it back and I want it now
Put your arms in the arm, that unclean air
What a mess of flesh and blood
Roamin’ around the neighborhood
Blastin’ song that you would sing
Only knowing vaguely what they mean
But they were yours
I wanna paint your face
All cold and grey
Just like it was in the pictures
The pictures that you’d take
And hang ‘em all around your room
On Sunday afternoons
While I would sleep
You couldn’t sleep, you wouldn’t sleep
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