when we go down to Albany
all our problems will just
everywhere I go reminds me
of someplace down in Texas
and
now that we've
started to find our calling
in the half-light
before the ice was broken
I thought it was only me
before
Oh no I'm not asking for much
More and more
Even as the sun
paints the landscape with its fire
it seems
Will we ever ride
On the canyon
The thunder high
Open up your eyes
Cause there's a shadow outside
Open
oh, you're back again
and it's like you never went back
oh I imagine
I've broken a couple of hearts
sure I've had
Tears are the ocean
The ocean is blood
A flood
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