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Sometimes
04:44
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Restless in my bed last night
That's when I visit you
Unexpected moments, it’s like I never left
Will he dam hold, I brace the gates
In my dreams we walk and talk
We’ll always have that
Sometimes you just can’t see
The toll it's taken on me
In my dreams we walk and talk
We’ll always have that
I think about that scene
It’s real to me and you are there
Fly to town to visit you
It’s not the same but it’s okay
In my dreams we walk and talk
We’ll always have that
Sometimes you just can’t see
The toll it's taken on me
In my dreams we walk and talk
We’ll always have that
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Hallways
04:11
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Hearing the phone ring and I knew
Seeing your face on the screen
This could only be bad news
How could this be happening
You were there waiting for me
Bags packed and in a car
The waiting room becomes our home
And there is so much left unsaid
I can’t even see the light at the end
I was so scared it’s all a blur
At the airport, I blend right in
Endless laps, can’t tame the mood
A small plane and a midnight flight
Somewhere I didn’t wanna be
Jimmy’s there waiting for me
The waiting room becomes our home
And there is so much left unsaid
I can’t even see the light at the end
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Bridge
04:11
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Cowboy boots and mexican food, this was our last trip home
Laughing on the rooftop
Talking about the change
You drove through west Texas
We flew from the coast
There is a picture, I hold in my mind, the look of a face before a change we thought we couldn’t survive
I crossed the bridge tonight
The street bears its name
It reminds me of you
It reminds me of our home
But it’s an empty road now
Back where I was born
You are my bridge
As the waters rise
Alone in this hotel
Ain't shit to do
Except get in trouble now
What I am to do
What I am supposed to do
You are my bridge
As the waters rise
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Coming to Terms
04:17
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Sometimes I wish this was a dream
I left my dad in a nursing home, I left him all alone
And I could have done more, but I was afraid, I had conditions
All I can see is him all alone
The smells and the sounds, the forgotten people, what will others think?
Eating at a table, in a sad room, what could I have done?
I'm coming to terms
Have I left my mom all alone
Can she learn to take care of herself, with nobody else?
Do I have the strength to carry her, a million miles away?
A life so full, is this how it ends
Sometimes I wish he hadn’t lived, is that for me or him?
This my worst fear, fucking nightmare, when I will I awake
I'm coming to terms
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These Streets
04:18
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Laying on a borrowed air mattress in an empty room
Street lights they silhouette the people outside my room
Over my head, I put a movie on and sleep inside my dread
Walking these streets at night, dreaming of a thousand lives ahead
I left home long ago
I was naive I was told
I wandered those streets, looking for you
A damp sidewalk, a busy street, lamp lights the stone
Yellow light frames the movie, I’ve seen this before
Wood booths and Christmas lights, thru a window I see you
It smells the same, I know the score and yet I still want more
I left home long ago
I was naive I was told
I wandered those streets, looking for you
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Lullaby
03:47
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jerry miller San Francisco, California
jerry miller is a san francisco based songwriter
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