infinite glass stones
de marin county lighthouse keeper
Downtown
Middle of the aftrenoon
Sweet sound
Everybody's on the move
But it really don't feel like home
I know that something's happened
I don't seem to fit my shoes
Hometown
It's always been a part of me
I know now
It don't take much to darken it
It's a difference of opinion
But it might as well be mars to me
When I got the blues
Somebody I know told me yesterday
That you're never coming back to me
Well you never know what the other say
At another time in another place
Well, well
What's the use in crying then?
It's the way of the world
And you know you've got the chance to change
And the brilliant thing is there's a million things
That you know are always gonna help you take your mind off
I found out that I lost a part of me
It's a better now
Though this thing's been hard for me
Cause the day has come
I should be moving on
That's the only way to go:
Pick it up and start again
Somebody I know told me yesterday
That you're never coming back to me
Well you never know what the other say
At another time
In another place
Honey I know that it's not the end of the world
But it hurst the same
When do you let go?
Honey I don't know
Keep remembering
And just forget
Keep remembering
And don't forget
Más canciones de marin county lighthouse keeper
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i want to give you everything
objects washed up on the shore, the waves returned to me, i kept safe in my hands
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underwater i can still see the coast so i know i am not far
farallon islands refuge
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faraway / i don't want to feel like this anymore
farallon islands refuge
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passages
farallon islands refuge
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stranded goat on little lighthouse hill
farallon islands refuge
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visions of the devil's teeth at night
farallon islands refuge
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adapting
farallon islands refuge
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filling the island's first garden with your favorite flowers
farallon islands refuge
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marine terrace and everyone i knew
farallon islands refuge
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return
farallon islands refuge
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no longer feeling
postcards from san francisco
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i extend a hello and hear back an empty echo
keeper's log
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(at the bottom of the ocean) a thousand bottled messages, written in your name
point reyes national seashore
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leaving
postcards from san francisco
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ink overflows without leaving a stain
keeper's log
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can't stay here
postcards from san francisco
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a map for a place that doesn't exist
objects washed up on the shore, the waves returned to me, i kept safe in my hands
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the memory holds onto me, i try to set it free
keeper's log
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Great Day
in transit