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Man with No Plan
03:23
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I’m crawling through your tear ducts
Now I’ve landed on your floor
I’ve lost my reputation
I think I left it near the door
Well I recognize what you see in me
And I know you’ve got a really good ear
So I’m sending you these echoes
They’ll be coming to you loud and clear
The drunks are in the chambers
Suckin on the laws
It’s like a psychotropic nightmare
They’re trying to kill us all
Well I listened hard to what you said to me
And I think I know exactly where you stand
So let me gather up my papers
And fire up the van
Well I’m just a man / I’m just a man / I’m just a man with no plan
I’m chasing down your rainbows
Flagging down your stars
You’re my unicorn savior
At the Ballerina Bar
Well I can’t recall what I dreamt last night
But I know that it was all about you
And now that I’ve awakened
please tell me what to do
Well I’m just a man / I’m just a man / I’m just a man with no plan
I’m writing down your secrets
Breathing in your rhymes
I’m stealing from your paintbrush
All the colors of your mind
I’m trying to find some kind of highway sign
Just to tell me which way to go
Maybe I am too late
Maybe I’m too slow
Well I’m just a man / I’m just a man / I’m just a man with no plan
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Suburban Alien
03:58
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He came from Omaha
Hopped on a train you know something broke his fall
Silence in the wind meant that he could begin again
He pulled out a radio
Turned on the news and switched to baseball
Spring is when you win
Fall is when you give in
Cause yesterday is all but gone
And I know that it won’t be long
And I’ll be back to sing you sweet
Suburban alien songs
They passed the bottle around
Scattered their ashes upon this sacred moving ground
Texas is all right I don’t wanna fight no more
All these friends that I know
They’ve got other lives
Now they’re trying to lay low
Maybe wounds will mend we can all pretend to be
So happy that we somehow belong
And we can live with whatever is wrong
And keep on singing these sweet
Suburban alien songs
I’ve got to get back on that train
Cause the Platte River’s calling my name
I’ve got to get back to my old life
I’ve got a house and a sleeping wife
Who’s dreaming I’m singing these sweet
Suburban alien songs
He made it back to Omaha
Came in on the same train after great pause
Silence in the wind meant that he could begin again
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Archer Monk San Francisco, California
Archer Monk is singer songwriter T. Wold. He lives near San Francisco.
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