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Ashes in my pocket
03:34
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Ashes in my pocket
roses on my door
begging man in the center of the road
always asking for more
The rain came down for three days straight
in sheets like twisted blame
the old wood swing banged on the walls
and no one let it in, just the same
If the wind blows this old house down I think I'll go away
the howling gales take me with them to the California way
you can call me your lover, call me your friend
I'm just a man treading water to the holy, holy land
Ashes in my pocket
ain't that a sweet dream?
all the things you try to hold onto burn away in the end, it seems
there's nothing left but the headlights of the cars on 999
and dead windowsill flies and dusty curtains hanging like forgotten dreams
If the wind blows this old house down I think I'll go insane
the howling gales take me with them to the California way
you can call me your lover, call me your friend
I'm just a man treading water to the holy, holy land
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If I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million miles on my own
on my own, on my own
If I wandered a million miles on my own
If i wandered a million miles on my own
If I wandered on down the street
if I left with no shoes on my feet
if I wandered on down the road
if I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million
If I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million miles on my own
on my own, on my own
If I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million miles on my own
if I wandered a million miles on my own
on my own, on my own
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Low on gas
04:46
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Low on gas
riding down the turnpike
lord I miss
the ways you made me feel right
I'm cold and alone
whens this hell gonna end?
I'm low on fuel
and just want to feel right
I used to sit on the side of the road
and watch the cars go by
I used to sit on the front porch and let the flies land on my face
but that was such a long long time ago
that was such a different place
Pack an half
let rthe hours tick by
like a winking light down the path
something for your eyes to follow
I'm cold and alone
whens this hell gonna end?
I'm low on fuel
and just want to feel right
I used to sit on the side of the road
and watch the cars go by
I used to sit on the front porch and let the flies land on my face
but that was such a long long time ago
that was such a different place
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Whatever's in the water
02:32
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Whatever's in the water makes me feel the room
the dust that's on the curtains
and pain in the clouds
its something like a costume that you can see right through
the answers in the rhythm it's tuning my hands blue
Come down off your steeple
if you'd like to believe
and don't think you've missed it looking back to yesterday
it's only a reflection of how things used to be
but I cant forget the way that you used to look at me
Stains on the mirror
I'm looking at you
but thinking of somewhere else that I'd like to be
the fortunate ones among us don't event think twice
taillights don't mean a thing unless you open up your eyes
the call and the whisper
there's nothing to eat
and only the hollow shadows that are drawn on the street
I wish it was easy, I want to come clean
but things like this test you to make sure you mean it
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Lying, learning, living
03:49
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I've been lying
I've been learning
I've been trying to find a way and that's for certain
I've been looking
and I've been finding
all my life I've been hiding from remindings
I've been calling
and I've been stalling
every day that I rise I feel like falling
trying to find a way in this old place
in my wooden home
on the farmers lake
nothing in this world will take your place
when it's hard enough to even match your pace
in the canyon
there's a mansion
and a five million people held for ransom
but in the bayous and bogs and harbors
there ain't no other savior trying to help you
Incidentally I met you there
with a rose and a picture of a wheel
trying to find a way in this old place
in my wooden home
on the farmers lake
nothing in this world will take your place
when it's hard enough to even match your pace
down in Neptune's neon market
there's a bell hanging waiting for a breeze
and when it rings no more than a whisper
all the drums in the city blaze and blister
and they ring out a warning
clear as starlight and shining in your eyes
trying to find a way in this old place
in my wooden home
on the farmers lake
nothing in this world will take your place
when it's hard enough to even match your pace
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Runnin' down the road
04:42
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Shooting across the atmosphere
dust kicking up from my shoes
passing every city light
and knowing none will do
It's been three weeks I've seen a pair of golden lights
now I'm hoping that they'd blind me
when I left my home I felt alright
now I'm wishing that she'd find me
Runnin' down the road
where there's no where left to go
stay up all night
on the radio
It's a different day but the same kind ofplace
shaking my head like theres something to loose
rainy cowboy dreams of girls and six striungs
make the cloudy nights pass through
I went to see you at the county fair
picked you up and tipped my cap
heaven knows how the hole got there and heaven knows that life ain't fair
Runnin' down the road
where there's no where left to go
stay up all night
on the radio
Now you're my friend
on the radio
Now you're my freind
runnin' down the road
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Still got nothin' to say
02:08
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You can get by on your rich mans honey
suckin that lime and feeding his jones
you can fly by with nothin but paper
stealin away like little charlie brown
You can pass by just a speeding down the highway
shaking your head and tooting your horn
you can stick up for the big white Jesus
paying his dues by drinking his wine
and I've still got nothing to say
Loosing don't getcha half as much as winning
but winning don't teach ya like when your down and out
loosing wont hurt ya like making good bread will
pushing and a rolling on down the line
My mamma she worked hard for the state of Pennsylvania
fixing them people all night and day
My daddy he wore down the skin on his own hands
shaking and a claspin all along the way
and I've still got nothin to say
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Turns and pieces
03:59
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I never get the mail
and I don;t read your texts
I never turn the page
I don't worry about whats next
I never go to sleep
but I won't open up my eyes
all this time all alone until I die
The mailman wants my head on a stick
that box has been full for a month
when he tries to deliver my letters
he stuffs em in there with a crunch
there's water running on the ceiling
standing on the kitchen floor
all these things all this tie till I die
I'm gonna run for president
and finally get somethings done
and when I elect myself
I'll have a state of the union
and I'll raise my voice
and open my mouth
and when my lips come apart moneys gonna poor out!
Lonely flying in the sky
promise you until I die
when we reach the end
there's a big cloud up on the sky
you can challenge god to a game of chess
he's got the pawn with a glass eye
and Mary and all your pet animals are gonna be there watching you
All these turns and pieces till I die
lonely flying in the sky
all this time all alone till I die
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Jake Joyce Lancaster, Pennsylvania
Jake Joyce is a multi-instrumentalist singer/songwriter currently living in Lancaster, PA.
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