LYRICS > WHIPPOORWILL (2016)
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1. Whippoorwill
We call that old cabin the Whippoorwill
Drawing up plans from wicker thrones
All of the best ideas they come from you
You let me find them on my own
And we parade them into every room
And when you leave I let them go
All my kingdom for a weekend
All our kingdoms slip away
Another draft in your apartment
Catch the smell of rust and pine
Mixing in winter coffee canisters
Gin up a spell that stalls for time
All my kingdom for a weekend
All our kingdoms slip away
All of your favorite time it comes from me
So you put it on the calendar
And you save it in your phone
All my kingdom for a weekend
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2. Fourth of July
'All roads run from this one'
Said a buckled up seat on the bus
But we chuckled off at the next stop
And nobody came after us
We blinked at our freedom
Took a right at a no-turn-on-red
When we were younger we never got older
We laid on the breaks then sped
By the swallowed up barns
Past the farms and the big fields
The sun comin' up in our eyes
Days were blackbirds charging up on a wire
Nights were the Fourth of July!
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Somebody said 'out there
in the hole there's a miracle cure'
While they rattled off all the side-effect scripture
We dressed up and fell off the Earth
Into satellite lanes
past the plains and the great lakes
the wool pulled down over our eyes
Days were blackbirds charging up on a wire
Nights were fast-forward rewind
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Nickels in the fountains
And the lobbies among the downtowns
We sleep next to monsters we're hopin' to kill
When the glory days come back around
And we find our old movies
On the floor of the attic
The scenes shuffle by in our eyes
Days are blackbirds charging up on a wire
Nights are the rest of our lives
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3. Open Door
Swallow up a sea of marble tiles
I’m a fish on a checkerboard
Find a silver apple in her hair
She could be a movie star
A glass, a glow
A game, a show
I’m in the garden on my back
Under a sunflower sky
The city is smoking in her hands
Her favorite streets on fire
A glass, a glow
A game, a show
A stem, a rose
To make our own
We’ve got an open door
Take it back to when we were just kids
Eat a dinner of lemon pie
Act like we’re older than our years
Fall apart in each other’s eyes
A friend, a foe
A shape, a pose
Get lost in x-ray histories
Bright lights, crystal submarines
She’s in the water next to me
A friend, a foe
A shape, a pose
A shell, a stone
To make our own
We’ve got an open door
Take it back to when we were just kids
Take it back to when we were just kids
Take it back to when we were just kids
Take it back to when we were just kids
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We’ve got an
We’ve got an open
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We’ve got an open door
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4. Blow the House Down
This one goes to market
This one makes a meal at home
This one has closets
While the have-nots down the way have none
So I go to the mountains, I go to the river
I pilot machines
People have places
And the places have the people's dreams
Oh! Puff, puff and blow the house down
There's a song for the robbers
On the other side of windowpanes
A song for the cowboys
Held up in hundred-mile-an-hour trains
And there's one for the lovers, and one for the sinners
That they sing in the pews
Short of distinctions
I'd say we've all grown tired of singing blues
Oh! Puff, puff, and blow the house down