I will make this into a song in July. On the road until then.

Outside Your Home Town

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You seem broken

so soft spoken she says

And pushes the ashtray round

Nothing is forbidden

if you’re outside of your home town

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Brandishing

a smile she says

I’m too young to know her name

Kissed me at the corner

Like a thousand parades

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I had only the trees to see me

Breaking some ground uneven beneath me

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Oh, how droll can a singer be

When she’s knee deep in weeds

At the moments release yeah

Oh, you can’t run when your legs get stuck

In that deep southern mud

Where the critics all judge

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Carrying a knapsack she says

Is the only way to fly

Bottles lined up on a fence

That she never passes by

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Landing see the summer sky

Pinkishly turning red

Foment while that moment keeps

Dancing through my head

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I had only the trees to see me

Breaking some ground uneven beneath me

-

Oh, how droll can a singer be

When she’s knee deep in weeds

At the moments release yeah

Oh, you can’t run when your legs get stuck

In the deep southern mud

Where the critics all judge

-

You seem broken

So soft spoken she says

And pushes the ashtray round

Nothing is forbidden

If you’re outside of your home town

-

Outside of your home

Town..