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Parts Unknown
03:39
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There are stories never told,
There are parts of you unknown.
There are whispers of a hardship
Buried ‘neath a land of stone.
You can try to understand it,
But accept you’ll never know.
Still, your mind will keep on digging,
Searching for those parts unknown.
Searching for those parts unknown.
I press my ear against the window.
I try to listen for the rain.
I’ve got an old and dusty image
Of the past as it remains.
When I’m hoping for some answers
There is one thing keeps me sane:
Despite the truths I’ll misremember
I’ll still hang on to my name.
There are stories never told,
There are parts of you unknown.
There are whispers of a hardship
Buried ‘neath a land of stone.
You can try to understand it,
But accept you’ll never know.
Still, your mind will keep on digging,
Searching for those parts unknown.
Searching for those parts unknown.
My daddy fought an uphill battle
In the fields of war and life.
I’ve got his eyes to tell that story,
Tears of triumph, tears of strife.
Mama’s voice sings right through me,
Cuts the air just like a knife.
It’s their dreams that haunt my memories,
I’m an echo of their life.
There are stories never told,
There are parts of you unknown.
There are whispers of a hardship
Buried ‘neath a land of stone.
You can try to understand it,
But accept you’ll never know.
Still, your mind will keep on digging,
Searching for those parts unknown.
Searching for those parts unknown.
How long, how long
Will it take you to move on?
No right, no wrong.
Gotta find where we belong.
‘Cause there are stories never told,
There are parts of you unknown.
There are whispers of a hardship
Buried ‘neath a land of stone.
You can try to understand it,
But accept you’ll never know.
Still, your mind will keep on digging,
Searching for those parts unknown.
Yeah, there are stories never told,
There are parts of you unknown.
There are whispers of a hardship
Buried ‘neath a land of stone.
You can try to understand it,
But accept you’ll never know.
Still, your mind will keep on digging,
Searching for those parts unknown.
Searching for those parts unknown.
Though I try to understand it,
I’ll accept I’ll never know.
Still my heart will keep on searching,
Longing for those parts unknown.
Searching for those parts unknown.
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The Rush
04:01
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My shoes felt heavy on my feet.
So I kicked ‘em off.
And I learned to run.
When I’m with you there’s nothing I can’t beat.
I’d do it all.
I’d race the sun.
‘Cause there’s an old elm tree
Where you promised you’d love me.
No matter what.
So, baby, how could it come to be
That just living ain’t enough?
We said we’re in it for the rush.
And, baby, how could that come to mean
That our love is not enough?
We do our best, we’re growing up.
My eyes grow wiser every day.
I’ve seen you go.
And I’ve made you stay.
You tell your lies,
I make my oath,
We’ll be okay.
We’re hanging on.
So, come what may.
‘Cause when we’re wild and free
And I feel your arms ‘round me
I know I’m home.
So, baby, how could it come to be
That just living ain’t enough?
You said you’re in it for the rush.
And, baby, when will that come to mean
That my love is not enough?
You know I’d hate to call that bluff.
‘Cause if my bootstraps won’t lift me
It’s only you that can.
And when my spirit sets me drifting,
Will you still be my man?
So, baby, how did it come to be
That just living ain’t enough?
Were we just blinded by the rush?
And, baby, when did that come to mean
That my love was not enough?
Is there a crime in giving up?
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3. |
These Three Things
04:36
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A little bird is perched on the back
Of a leopard-spotted horse
And they’re carrying the Lonestar State.
Sun goes down and they settle in.
Now Mother Earth can cradle them,
While tomorrow bides its time
And holds their fate.
For the horse, I don’t know why
That bird decided not to fly,
Or how they carried off that great big place.
A simple breeze can change the course
Of the biggest life without much force.
It’ll lead you down the path
You’re meant to take.
So I close my eyes and count the days,
My heart ablaze.
‘Cause such little lives don’t know the ways
That they amaze.
And I feel just fine.
‘Cause in some way they’re mine.
So, these three things, I’ll keep.
‘Cause they protect me.
Yeah, these three things, I’ll keep.
If they’ll let me.
In twenty years a lot can change,
But a lot can also stay the same.
If a love is true it’s hard to turn the page.
I don’t claim to know what comes,
But fortune can’t outlast the sun,
So I’ll take my chance and let go of the rain.
And I hold my breath and count the days,
My heart ablaze.
‘Cause such little things don’t know the ways
That they amaze.
And I feel just fine.
‘Cause in some way they’re mine.
So, these three things, I’ll keep.
‘Cause they protect me.
Yeah, these three things, I’ll keep.
If they’ll let me.
Hold my hand, call me a friend,
Don’t leave me hanging.
Let me be there as you learn and as you grow.
I’ll be there if you move on,
If you forget me.
When you turn up at my door, don’t ever go.
‘Cause I feel just fine
That in some way they’re mine.
So, these three things, I’ll keep.
‘Cause they protect me.
Yeah, these three things, I’ll keep.
If they’ll let me.
Hold my hand, call me a friend,
Don’t leave me hanging.
Let me be there as you learn and as you grow.
I’ll be there if you move on,
If you forget me.
When you turn up at my door, don’t ever go.
‘Cause I feel just fine
That in some way they’re mine.
So, these three things, I’ll keep.
‘Cause they protect me.
Yeah, these three things, I’ll keep.
If they’ll let me.
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Traveling Mercies
04:04
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I packed a bag and I headed north,
I headed west, I headed south.
In San Jose, I felt my spirit bend and crack.
So, I drove the coast and I saw the sights,
And I thought I'd never make it back.
But in L.A. I saw the face of God.
He laughed.
And I thought, “Don’t you worry,
Little girl. You’re doing fine.
Pick yourself up.
You’ve got a life.
You’re doing fine.”
I met a man in Santa Fe,
He found the light behind my eyes.
I’ve got a fire in me that burns anew each day.
A girl in Jackson sat beside me,
And I swear she read my mind.
Between the setting sun and dawn we found a way.
And they said, “Don’t you worry,
My dear friend. You’re doing fine.
Pick yourself up.
You’ve got a life.
That’s worth your time.”
And I remember how it feels
To be in Texas in the fall.
Nestled in the Austin warmth and Dallas sun.
Oklahoma, Alabama, Carolinas.
Seen ‘em all.
These weary legs have known a life lived on the run.
I’m Jersey-born and, in my heart,
I know I’ll always call it home.
But there’s a place in Tennessee I call my own.
Still, this rocky earth can’t drain the ocean from my bones.
So I say, “Don’t you worry,
My sweet child. You’re doing fine.
Pick yourself up.
You’ve got a life.
Don’t waste your time.”
Come on, now, don’t you worry,
My dear friend, you’re doing fine.
Pick yourself up.
You’ve got a life,
Stop wasting time.
You’re doing fine.
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5. |
Along The Way
04:59
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Reno wears the sun like a defense.
Pulls it on and says, “Stand back,
I don’t need any friends.”
So Phoenix can’t imagine what went wrong.
Eight hundred miles away,
He bites his tongue.
He thinks he’s strong.
Along the way.
Along the way.
Reno keeps her heart behind glass walls.
Always let you see, but never touch.
In case she falls.
Phoenix took her time, he took her love.
The guilt falls to the floor,
But neither one will pick it up.
Along the way.
Along the way.
And the moon peeks down and tells them
When the sun will bring the day.
And it whispers, just to Reno,
A secret question she must pray.
For the lonely, for the lonesome,
For the foolish, and for me:
How far from yourself are you willing to be?
Reno feels an angel by her side.
The devil’s at her back, he’s tryin’ hard
To break her stride.
With Phoenix on her mind, she’s feeling lost.
But distance ain’t the problem
When she tallies up the cost.
Along the way.
Along the way.
And the moon peeks down and tells them
What the sun will make them pay.
And it whispers, just to Reno,
A secret question she must pray.
For the lonely, for the lonesome,
For the foolish, and for me:
How far from yourself are you willing to be?
Reno stumbles as she calls out
To a God she’s never known:
“I want life and I want roots.
I want a place to call my own.
Along the way.
Along the way.”
Reno wears the sun like a defense.
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Lucy Isabel Nashville, Tennessee
Lucy Isabel is a folk/Americana singer-songwriter based out of Nashville, TN.
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