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For the way the sun hits your legs at the truckstop bound Berlin
For the creeks that we bathed, Austrian days and I'm deep in
And time and time and time again, oh so far from the sands
Caught us in the kitchen with the maps in our hands
Many regrets, mountains of leth wom out walking for a truth
Miles worth of trials, fistful of denials, it's crookes, but it's led me up to you
And more miles than money, dear, more tears than sweat
Momens of satisfaction are all we ever get
Down and up and down we go and w'ell go that way again
Leaving for another friend, leaving for another end
I love you like a song, could play you all night long
and leave all those rats and snakes alone
Call it some good years, distill and swallow tears, 'cause in the end we're
all just on our own
So everybody's talking about who did what with when
Don't you know it's just the tide, only here to fool you, friend
You're smart enough to know, but dumd enough to say
Oh, what will tomorrow bring?
It's easy living for today
Many regrets, mountains of leth wom out walking for a truth
Miles worth of trials, fistful of denials, it's crookes, but it's led me up to you
- Album:
- The Pitcher
- Introducing The Past
- Songs from a two room chapel
- The Rough And Rynge
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 8: Oktober 2002
- Live at Södra Teatern, Stockholm
- Faya
- Drunken Hands
- Portugal
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 24: September 2005
- I Saw Her From Here / I Saw Here From Her
- Alternative Moments
- Rolling Stone: Rare Trax, Volume 54: Discover America
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 57
- Acoustic 07
- Cowboys in Scandinavia: The New Folk Sounds From Northern...
- Una americana en París - Fargo Records
- Mission Hall Sessions