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Familiar Arms
Underneath buried memories
submerged beneath my past
You’ve gone and left my life
- disappeared from its path
And all along the eastern board
I've lost your trail in cars
It's under corners and sidewalks
- beneath rainy nights and stars
My life's shrouded in the moments
waves coming against my shore
I'm just clinging to the duration
- the still before the storm
Just looking for shelter
and hoping -
for familiar arms
And all the towns
are just the same
barely different names
…only the faces change
And you can have something
for just a little
You can have a lot
for a dollar
Walking on the midway
flying… on the rollercoaster
Sometimes in the moments
it’s like you have never gone
In my mind, you still remain
- everything's just the same
We're walking in the sawdust
I'm holding on your arm
Our future draws forever
- and nothing’s going wrong
Now...
I'm just looking for shelter
and hoping -
for familiar arms
And in all the towns
It’s just the same
Everything claims
a different name
...but only the faces change
And you can have something
for just a little
You can have a lot
for just a dollar
Walking on the midway
flying… on the rollercoaster
.
submerged beneath my past
You’ve gone and left my life
- disappeared from its path
And all along the eastern board
I've lost your trail in cars
It's under corners and sidewalks
- beneath rainy nights and stars
My life's shrouded in the moments
waves coming against my shore
I'm just clinging to the duration
- the still before the storm
Just looking for shelter
and hoping -
for familiar arms
And all the towns
are just the same
barely different names
…only the faces change
And you can have something
for just a little
You can have a lot
for a dollar
Walking on the midway
flying… on the rollercoaster
Sometimes in the moments
it’s like you have never gone
In my mind, you still remain
- everything's just the same
We're walking in the sawdust
I'm holding on your arm
Our future draws forever
- and nothing’s going wrong
Now...
I'm just looking for shelter
and hoping -
for familiar arms
And in all the towns
It’s just the same
Everything claims
a different name
...but only the faces change
And you can have something
for just a little
You can have a lot
for just a dollar
Walking on the midway
flying… on the rollercoaster
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