& let the sun wrap its arms around me
& bathe my skin in water cool and clensing
and feel
feel what its like to be new.
Cause in my head, there's a greyhound station
where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
so they may have a chance of finding a place
where they're far more suited than here.
And I cannot guess, what we will discover
when we turn the dirt, with our palms cupped like shovels
but I know our filthy hands can wash one anothers
and not one speck will remain.
And I do believe its true
that there are roads left in both of our shoes
but if the silence takes you
then I hope it takes me too.
So brown blue eyes I hold you near
cause you're the only song I want to hear,
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.
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