Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left
And I will see you soon, my friend
If these old directions still direct, oh yeah
If these old directions still direct
Is the problem that we can't see, or is it that the problem is beautiful to me?
Birds of Virginia are flying within you
Like background singers, they all come in threes
Like background singers, they all come in threes
Won't soul music change now that our souls have turned strange?
Once a day, twice a day
When on and off collide
We'll set our souls aside and walk away
We've been raised on replicas
Of fake and winding roads
And day after day, up on this beautiful stage
We've been playing tambourine for minimum wage
But we are real, real
I know we are real
Repair is the dream of the broken thing
Like a message broadcast on an overpass
All my favorite singers couldn't sing
All my favorite singers couldn't sing
And I will see you soon, my friend
If these old directions still direct, oh yeah
If these old directions still direct
Is the problem that we can't see, or is it that the problem is beautiful to me?
Birds of Virginia are flying within you
Like background singers, they all come in threes
Like background singers, they all come in threes
Won't soul music change now that our souls have turned strange?
Once a day, twice a day
When on and off collide
We'll set our souls aside and walk away
We've been raised on replicas
Of fake and winding roads
And day after day, up on this beautiful stage
We've been playing tambourine for minimum wage
But we are real, real
I know we are real
Repair is the dream of the broken thing
Like a message broadcast on an overpass
All my favorite singers couldn't sing
All my favorite singers couldn't sing
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