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Dead Man
04:51
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I know it's time to go
I know it's time to go
But I'm afraid of losing roots and ties
I had so much to say to you
I had so much to say to you
But I was silent for a long, long while
Oh, float me down on the boat he built
With his own hands, in his own time
After the howling storm
On the river borne, those gentle arms
Past the shed where the horses sleep
By the oak grove, where the moon glows
There I'll catch by the old boxcar
You will find me in the leaves
I put my dreams up for sale
I put my dreams up for sale
Half-worn and dog-eared through the years
I listened to you the first time
I listened to you the last time
Your voice opened doors I could not see
But from a cage everything looks the same
It is the train that brought me here
Oh, that ceaseless track, forbidden to look back
Without a name the nights are long
But the fire burns and I return
To the place from which I came
From the other side, I will reply
You must listen carefully
A circle has no end
And seeing me in this new light
I think you could believe
I think you could believe
I think you could believe
I think you could believe
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Waiting for the World
04:10
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Won't you step down from that throne?
Leave your puppet shows alone
Leave behind your gems and throw
That robe into the fire
Won't you climb down from that tree?
At least throw down a rope for me
The view is nice, but I haven't seen
Your face for a year or more
All the disillusionment
All the words that I have bent
Such pretty rhymes, but what use is it?
I was waiting for the world to come to me
Waiting for the world to come to me
Can't we stop playing at these games?
It's hide and seek with different names
I'm willing to take all the blame
If you're ready to take my hand
Can't you look away from the stars?
Keep your telescope and magic cards
Keep your books and dreams and sacred art
But remember to step outside those walls
All the disillusionment
All the words that I have bent
Such pretty rhymes, but what use is it?
I was waiting for the world to come to me
Waiting for the world to come to me
I have seen you walking home
Casting shadows, throwing stones
Lips moving, but you're alone
Trading blows with a former self
All the disillusionment
All the words that I have bent
Such pretty rhymes, but what use is it?
I was waiting for the world to come to me
Waiting for the world to come to me
Waiting for the world to come to me
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Caitlin Kraus Athens, Ohio
Originally from Columbus, OH, Caitlin Kraus is a singer and songwriter living in Athens, OH. Kraus has performed her music solo and with a band over the past decade. Her music is melodic, largely lyric-based, and falls within indie-folk/alternative genres. ... more
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