LYRIC

Paper cuts and ink blots up your sleeve
If it trails to your head you will sleep
When your story seems too bankrupt and empty to put down and copy

Your records warp and kick the needle free
Happy, yes, you're happy
But there are so many ways to be
Please don't spend your energy on me
I'm hoping to find what I believe

I wish no chains upon you
Wild flowers in your yard
Good friends to send you mail
That change is coming hard
I wish warm rains upon you
And snow like playing cards
I wish no chains upon you
But saying it isn't hard

I love them all places big and small
Oh, they're calling me tonight
Come on angels of the turnpike,
Help me find what I like
Flip me over,
I don't feel you
Please don't spare me any misery
I want to understand what I believe in

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