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well I'm climbing up this Canyon drive
high enough to see across time
to the days where you and I
had nothing to leave behind
up here, on this Canyon drive
a thousand feet up in the sky
on a one-lane two-way graded switchback ride
we opened up and saw ourselves from outside
and knew we wanted no other life
up here, on this Canyon drive
down in the Valley a relentless pursuit of dreams
in every shadow a sorrow and a scheme
a world designed to keep us from coming alive
far away from all the light that shines
up here, on this Canyon drive
what price wouldn't you pay
to let nothing get in your soul's way
to quiet dark echoes of unlived lives
at least up here there's hope you'll find
peace on this Canyon drive
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i believe in my dream
I believe in my dream
in my song, i believe you'll see
all the lives we are to lead
searching for answers
is a waste of precious time
destiny doesn't ring the bell,
doesn't tell you you've arrived
songbird on an electric line
only knows he's incomplete
caught up in a lookout for love
all his faith on endless repeat
may never know magic
of a returned call
but he never sounds tragic
never sounds small
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Wonderland (20180418.1)
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Mattie was the kinda girl
who saw the end of the world
every time she opened her eyes
Roger was the kinda guy
never turned down a ride
figured "the end of days is just down the line."
the price you pay
counting on judgment day for love
is to waste the light away
wide awake
wishing on the dark
(in Wonderland)
they found an acre and a half
halfway up Wonderland
in September 1973
they spent a few years
thinking the end was near
and cut down none of their trees
their earth gave way on a red flag day
right around 1982
they held on fast
against a backdraft
into the black they flew
they always thought of each other
as first time lovers
in an endless secret rendezvous
but sometimes living a life of desire
leaves you dreaming of fire
in a state of always almost coming true
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1/2 way up the hill
is a long way down
to extend your horizon
to wave away clouds
Into the great unknown
Into endless blue
1/2 way up the hill
was the best we could do
where calm clear sky
is the everyday
no wonder the sun
yearns to steal away
into the great unknown
into endless blue
1/2 way up the hill
was the best we could do
echoes of times
when we were strong
swirled into good bye
after so longs
what keeps you alive
is not the same
as what makes you live
or what flies away
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time will not release
a missing puzzle piece
faded memories
don't know what you mean
you can't watch a sunrise
through someone else's eyes
if they never see you
in dreams
clouds over LA dance alone between skies
distant freeways shimmer
traffic as rivers
red and white ribbons
valley to sky
lost friends reappear
in dusty windshields
as evening light hits
California 5
clouds over LA dance alone between skies
drifting the night
suspended from life
shadows of every last good bye
clouds over LA dance alone between skies
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She said, "Pull off at Exit Two Eighteen.
Let me out, I'll find another ride.
I just don't know where the time has gone,
and I'm tired of these freeway signs.
"Your stories make me laugh,
but your songs make me cry.
I don't think I can live that way.
I need someone not so low, and maybe not so high.
I'm tired of living years every day."
Between Jupiter and Tennessee,
stars collapsed on me.
The moon faded to eternity
between Jupiter and Tennessee.
Memories make a dotted line,
as if in between there was no time.
Things that feel long ago,
in light years are just yesterday.
No regrets where the mind never goes.
Sad times just count the days.
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all you've got is a feeling
and what i've got won't show
since our visions of love
only intersected long ago
gonna go where every light leads
if it only takes me round the block
i don't care
at least i'm searching
at least i'm driving
where you're still aching
to get somewhere
first time i knew luck was
the first time we laughed at the same truth
but there's only so many lies
you can sell yourself and still pull through
"burning a bridge" burns one ahead,
not one already crossed.
those things we leave behind
are, anyways, already lost
lenses
filters
living as if reality
mirrors
windows
living as if we really see
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You came a long long way
just to find nothing
on the other end of a promise
from the other side of the sun
the road was mapped but never real
still the dream of a long gone man
now foxtails push up through cracked cement
and long abandoned plans
Paper streets always burn.
Paper streets always burn.
On a bridge to nowhere,
you never know where to turn.
Paper streets always burn.
Doesn't matter where you're from
when you see the world from the sky
Broadway to Magazine to Sunset Boulevard
They all draw the same line
You have to put your faith in strangers
or else this is a lonely life
but sometimes people are wicked and cruel
we're not wired to be nice
I lost a fortune to a dream
but at least it was my dream
some people lose their fortune to a faith
in the world as it seems
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I knew everything of you
in how you said your name.
On our way to points B unknown
from whatever points A.
I will never need to know
how the shadows fell across your face
In that place you used to be
Before you escaped
To California. for untold revelations, on a self-sent invitation. What's left for you to fear
in California? Your train is the station. Your dream of vindication.
What's left of you is here.
"Maybe I'm out here on a lie,
but it's only a lie to the skin I shed.
What's left of me here
is the truth."
There's gold inside us all
But we just pass each other by
Because you gotta wash away the dirt
To find what's not a lie
That's California. unknown elevations, sends no invitations. What's left for you to fear in California? Trains are the stations. A dream of vindication.
What's left of you is here.
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