ending up just another way

Took the long way home
sending out through lost time, rain
comes easy, bitter
locks you down, me: alone
I keep finding out you�re not there at all
and turning up truth beneath rocks and soda
fountains
(not like youth)

Your turn to try, now
to try your turn.

2004-02-27 | 2:42 p.m.
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