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I drift off course I'm destined to be

Tripping horses in western movies and

Looking out the front door backing out

And sending myself packing

You never seem to call anymore

You're always showing up late

You always fall to the floor

My handwriting is getting much worse

I can't remember last night

Is that a blessing or curse?

I headed home with guts full of rye

And a head full of thoughts

That seem to cut like a knife

I feel it like the cold seeping in

Or a butterfly knife

With its blade deep within and

I drift off course I'm destined to be

Tripping horses in western movies and

Looking out the front door backing out

And sending myself packing

I tried with words to take her away

With nothing new left to say

I'm spewing paper mache

So call me but just let it ring once

And we'll meet up in the fall

Or maybe when the spring comes

I'm building sets for suns on the stage

With a pen as a sword

And a gun as a page

Thank god there's still a few good ones left

A few more dead winter storms

A few more golden sunsets

I drift off course I'm destined to be

Tripping horses in western movies and

Looking out the front door backing out

And sending myself packing

We all fall down, we walk on thin ice

We walk on thin ice, we walk on thin ice

So please call now the clock's at midnight

The clock's at midnight, the clock's at midnight

We all fall down, we walk on thin ice

We walk on thin ice, we walk on thin ice

So please call now the clock's at midnight

The clock's at midnight, the clock's at midnight

I drift off course I'm destined to be

Tripping horses in western movies and

Looking out the front door backing out

And sending myself packing

You never seem to call anymore

You're always showing up late

You always fall to the floor

My handwriting is getting much worse

I can't remember last night

Is that a blessing or curse

I headed home with guts full of rye

And a head full of thoughts

That seem to cut like a knife

I feel it like the cold seeping in

Or a butterfly knife

With its blade deep within

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