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So the wind that blows across your room
Carried cheap perfume onto your dresser
It rained for jewelry and for credit cards
Two tickets to a film i don't remember
One day youll kiss your rabbits nose, pick up the phone
To find I've been turned over
And you'll grab that piece of gold
Only to find that the smell has taken over
Now all the things you had, they arent the same...
As what you hold

And now I'm standing in a room
Its filled with older folks pleading "baby listen"
And I scream as loud as anyone
But when asked to make a point I tend to whisper
Now highways turn to tidal waves
Theyre asking me to export all of your insecurities
But that wind that blows across your room
Is gonna set the sails, and send me back to you

Sometimes, when sailors are sailing
They think twice, about where they're anchoring in
I think, I could make better time of my time on land
I'll drink less
Cause Lord knows I could use a warm kiss
Instead of the cold goodbye
I'm writing the folks back home to tell them
"Hey I'm doing alright"