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Trails the no home leave behind them, "God Bless You" signs on a street corner lamp post Maybe a vet of his own alley way An "Ain't drunk yet wanna be" shallow song Ain't drunk yet wanna be. Bits of rubber hanging by a needle, Thread between childhood and where this is now. How does one wither or whittle down a tree For blossoms that try to bear right circumstance Blossoms that try to bear. So, it's good out there? Better than some... Folks keep trying to bring back that summer That turned an unreturnable smile. Shoe string in the nether wind Fish bite on a silver hook Soft step in the stairwell that sounds like Dad. Hungry, it is, tired and old 30 or 80 years, ticket the same. The game stays the right of the passing in time. Surrogate rhyme lingers tip o' the tongue. Surrogate rhyme lingers. When I was young, my dreams flew in colors. Even did I as the sore ocean rumbled. Now my feet wander the length of new countries, Red light holding my vision to come, Green light holding my vision. Aus Songtexte Mania