Town Letra

Eastern-time
Seasons call.
They're not the same
When they show at all

Are you sitting down?
Have you heard around
About the bust you beat
When you were back in town?
Last night, the rain
Just wouldn't fall.
Is that a stagger, slow,
Clean and saved
Just another fire
To pack away?

Uncovered, too, trades are shown.
It's how it is when everybody knows
More than everything
The dying ring, the passing line, the missing wing

Slip out late
If it's all the same

I feel it still
Holding off another time
Almost caught.

Sometimes it's where you wouldn't choose
I left you there
Tumble-load
Losing days
And moving slow
It comes to me
In broken chance
And speaking parts
At second-glance
What the passage means
Read aloud

Pull it back
And spit it out
The way you are
While you can
Will you take it down
And watch it change

Can you see it, too?
I guess it got away

What will you miss
when things are fine?