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When courage comes to you
You wouldn't keep her in a box
No you wouldn't keep your courage in a box
No you shouldn't keep your courage in a box

Such a rare, rare bird you'll find
Won't flourish under lock
So you shouldn't keep your courage in a box

And then the weatherman said to go back to bed,
because it's shame to go outside when the wind keeps howling now.
So for a little while there I lived inside a cave,
and there were bears and bugs and leaves and love
and a dark that only left you when the night came crawling home.
And I was happy there for a while until I woke one day to find the roof had blown away
and the wind blew through me,
and then the very next day it began to rain

We sleep together,
While all around us,
People kill each other where they lie.
They lie together,
Till they find someone better,
Try to negotiate that slow demise.

I was standing on the mountain with the sun on my back
And the shadow I was casting made the world seem black
And if the shadow of one now can block out the sun
Then you’d better make sure that you cast the right one

You can hustle to your left
You can hustle to your right
But you gotta put your back into something sometime

I hope I don't, I dont die
before I get old
I want to see
rinkles 'round the eyes of my beholder
I spent time
on my knees trying to escape myself
When they rise, brimful of life
there is nothing else

When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a
Hill not the top not the bottom but the middle and I
Still remember where I cracked my head in the
Vacant lot there's a row of tiny houses there
Now and we used to light fires in the gutters and
I could cool my head on the concrete steps but the
Girl down the street hit my sister on the head with a
Stick and we hid behind my father as he knocked on her

When I go, i think i'm gonna sew my name into all of your clothes
my girl, since you have always worn me well.
And there are too many animals on this ship, some of you i think will have to sink
but when it gets too much, you can only adjust

oh i am always thinking about you
and how you always wear me well,
you can't outgrow something sewn under your skin

I should see you walk in from our garden
The sun a soporific on your shoulder blades
And you should kick your shoes off at the door
And mark me with the pollen on your fingertips

Instead December brought the pouring rain
The whimsy of the season
Dampened by the day

If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house
And pour it loose through your garden
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line
And there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind

But every year it gets a little bit harder

thinking 'bout the times
i know i should have taken photographs
something to rely on,
sharper than a memory,
'cause chemistry dictates them,
they're not coloured by emotion,
they're coloured by the shades
of how things used to be.

Down beneath these tangled roots
There lies a truth not as clean
As it seems up here

And in the outbuildings
Unattended and austere I fear
I'll become unclear
Oh I fear