17 nights in the city
and I can't find my song
I looked out on the subway
way down under ground
and underneath the highway,
west side river front
the pier whispered in my ear
son just watch that setting sun,
he said
chorus:
it's under your nose so don't close
your mind to prose
or whatever you find you already know
it's all divine
well I listened and I looked
a bit and even asked around
I thought, where could I have
put that song,
as I penned my thoughts down
charcoal boots on the pavement,
my eye looked all around
in Amsterdam a clue I found
led me to Chinatown
I met Qwan Yin on Canal she maybe
weighed all of one pound
she had a child wrapped in her arms
next to a Buddha and a crown
she said the scene and unscene forces
wind and wave they all amount
to what we call reality
and anything that we surmount
chours
then a bus told me the phantom
was the oldest man in town
right next to a cab
who's gps had broken down
the thump thump of the island
pulsing higher with a price
the barrels they keep rising
like the ocean's melting ice
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then the snow melts into sleet
not cold enough to stick to concrete
the rain reflects the shadows
in grey puddles on the street
now I was to a few last hours
before flying away
when I heard that song come knocking
strong like thunder and convey
that it was under my nose,
when I chose
to find that it grows,
when I remember the time being now
and how divine,
make water in to wine,
leaving doubt and fear behind,
and smile, smile as we reverberate
the air... yea yea yea...
chorus:
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You take that Dusty Turnaround
Yellow brick road,
Just remember man there is
no place like home.
And if they tell you
chance has passed you by,
you thank the rank of a jealous man’s lie.
And you want so badly to go
where you’ve never been before,
Make like a hobo man
I cannot help you any more.
Chorus:
You take that dusty turnaround,
Yellow brick road,
Just remember man there is
no place like home
She goes to the one-eyed butler
across the street,
Fix me something fast for they
are hungry and they must eat,
He gives her the makings
of a very fine meal,
She throws them at his feet,
don’t tell me how I feel.
He takes two to think of
how the story goes,
By the time he warns her folks
she is halfway down the road.
Chorus:
You take that dusty turnaround,
Yellow brick road,
Just remember man there is
no place like home
There are two lovers
on the hill,
For him she would die,
and for her he would kill.
He keeps his hands in her curls,
They want to change the world,
But then he thinks that
she might be crazy,
Like the ones he’s had before,
So he bolts and he
locks the cabin door.
Chorus:
You take that dusty turnaround,
Yellow brick road,
Just remember man there is
no place like home
There’s one to fight
and one to think,
And one to tell us what it
feels like on the brink,
And one whose chance
won’t pass her by,
She might be crazy man,
but I tell you what,
She might be wise.
She lives to break the
jealous man’s lie,
She travels far and
she travels wide,
She travels far and travels wide.
Chorus:
You take that dusty turnaround,
Yellow brick road,
Just remember man there is
no place like home
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i wore my sunhat
when the sky looked like rain
'cause it helped me to avoid
and i went raking up the traces
of pain
in my sunhat
when the sky looked like rain
i might as well be a cowgirl
make the road my range
i might as well be a cowgirl
'cause what if it rains?
what if it rains?
what if it rains?
i can see the mountains from here
their hands of ice, the brand
me clear
but in the corners of the sky
i found the trappings of my mind
i found the trappings of my mind
i found the trappings of my mind
turn around darling
won't you come my way
'cause i've been waiting so
very long
just 'cause i'm a cowgirl
doesn't mean that i'm gonna say
that i,
that i wouldn't like you riding
along
i wouldn't mind you riding along
baby baby won't you laugh along
baby baby won't you laugh along
baby baby said,
i've got a friend in my guitar
i've got a friend in my heart
i've got a friend in my guitar
and i've got a friend in you
and that's okay
that's okay
i can see the mountains from here
their hands of ice, the brand
me clear
but in the corners of the sky
i found the trappings of my mind
i found the trappings of my mind
i found the trappings of my mind
won't you take the corners
from the sky
kindly take the corners
from the sky
i could really use an open sky
i wouldn't mind an open sky
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maybe they fought last night
but they're together now
maybe they're not that nice
but they'll be nice now
i remember the position
that i was once in
and i wish i
could be there now
oh how i wish i
could be there now
i went and locked the fences
i went and hid the wine
but still you worked your
way through the fences
and still you took the wine
you took the wine
you didn't see me sitting
by the cases
your guard and grin
and smoking hand
my tan pants and my
polished helmet
this crumpled map
of all my plans
i remember the position
that i was once in
and i wish i could be
there now oh how i
wish i could be there now
i'll go ask leonard cohen
on the morning of south
tremayen if the dog is just
a metaphor and whitman is he
just the frame
is he just the frame?
in the valley where the
god live the rocks they
move and slide
and shake against the living
and we ask with sunburnt
eyes, i remember the position
that i was once in
and i wish i could be there
now oh how i wish
i could be there now
oh, poor, poor danny
that's not the way you hold
a gun and switching feet
to make you see me
i scratch my face
before i run
then i feel all of the
bleeding and i think you
must be right behind
but if you saw me go
than you must have followed
i forgot the fence and i
left the wine
i remember the position
that i was once in
and i wish i could be there
now, oh god,
i wish i could be there now.
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the frozen grass of Oklahoma,
we'd been driving just one night
if you'll remind us why we're driving,
we'll continue with our fight
to protect the light,
your traveling to protect the light
we found Thomas in Albuquerque
Keith had driven through the night
if you'll remind us why we're driving
we'll continue with our fight
to protect the light,
your traveling to protect the light
to protect the light we're all
traveling to protect the light
by the fire in Sedona,
we'd been driving just three nights
when we're reminded why we're traveling,
may we all protect the light
to protect the light we're traveling
to protect the light
to protect the light we're all
traveling to protect the light
instrumental solo
in the frozen heart of our country,
we've been driving all these nights
if you'll remind us why we're driving,
we'll continue with our fight
to protect the light we're
traveling to protect the light
to protect the light we're all
traveling to protect the light
in the tepee in Tehachapi,
we've been driving all these nights
though we've landed we're still driving
as we all protect the light
to protect the light we're traveling
to protect the light
to protect the light we're all traveling
to protect the light
to protect the light we're traveling
to protect the light
yeaaaaah, to protect the light we're traveling
to protect the light
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If there really is a time to cry,
and we find we have been spent,
and then there comes the time
to satisfy, god's bet ten to one
we will pretend,
Ain't it fine Mrs. Hess stands,
at the head of the class, now girls,
we must remain, you wouldn't want
to scare 'em with all of that sass
So let's review the rules of the game
one more time
It there really is a time to cry,
and you find you can't work through
the pain, and then there comes the time
to satisfy, and you're suddenly very
afraid you will remain...
we take our chairs to the side of
the road and we lean them back
we all sit, and we wait our turn
money drives by in a fierce red Cadillac
and we wonder why our envy burns.
What do we want anyway, It would be
nice to say that we tried.
Yes, and that we could work through
the pain, That we tried for the other
side, and against all odds we don't
remain.
Not this time around, Not this
time around, Not the time around (repeat)