Thursday, April 23, 2009

The Band (These Magnificent Miles)

If you say you're the ring finger on my stone
Well I say I'm a kite with a key
If you say that you are unsure of things
Well I'm not accepting defeat

Are we strong enough
Is it good enough
Am I brave enough
For the both of us

I will sing you songs
Even though you can't put 'em on your finger
I'll never be a diamond, I'm just a singer
And I will sing you songs
Wishin' my words carried on as long as a stone on a band of gold

You're sleepwalking through the daylight
How else am I supposed to follow a dream?
And now you say I can't wait on you to connect these hands
But I'm still trying to reach

So are we strong enough
Is it good enough
Am I brave enough
For the both of us

I will sing you songs
Even though you can't put 'em on your finger
I'll never be a diamond, I'm just a singer
And I will sing you songs
Wishin' my words carried on as long as a stone on a band of gold
'Cause I'm just a rolling stone in a bend on the road

I know words don't mean much on their own
But what I sing to you is worth more than a stone

I will sing you songs
Even though you can't put 'em on your finger
I'll never be a diamond, I'm just a singer
And I will sing you songs
Wishin' my words carried on as long as a stone on a band of gold
'Cause I'm just a rolling stone in a bend on the road

You said you want a stone on a band of gold
What you got is a rolling in a bend on the road
Yeah, I'm just a rolling stone in a bend on the road

(Lover Don't Leave)

Kiss my ass you dream
I hope you're hearing me
No one's bet on you quite like I did
It's taken everything I've got
To keep myself on the road
I don't wanna drive no more
I'm a stubborn bull
I am a caveman
A cheap tattoo gone from black to blue
So I don't wanna hear it from you
Never gonna be a spaceman
Sittin' on my tin can
Never come back
I spend my afternoons making masterpieces
People later would understand
Well damn you wishing well
You shoulda told me about dreams you wouldn't sell
It's taken everything I've got
To keep my hands from my face
I don't wanna cry no more
I found dangers in acting out
Dreams never meant to be acting out
Dreams never meant to be carried out
But I'm the stubborn bull
I am a caveman
A cheap tattoo fading from black to blue
So I don't wanna hear it from you
'Cause I'm always red, wanting

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