She got down on hands and knees,
One ear against the ground,
Holding her breath to hear something
But the dirt made not a sound tonight

Echoes of songs still lurk
On distant foreign shores
Where we danced just to please the gods
That only ask for more, so it goes

But still we give ourselves to this,
We can't spend our lives 
Waiting to live

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On cold nights in a prayer 
For dawn 
But the daylight isn't what she wants,
The concrete 
Calls my name again,
I'm falling through the cracks, I slip

The postcard says wish you were here
But I'd rather I was there,
Holding on to the simple things
Before they disappear,
That's what I meant

But that was then, and this is now,
I'll make it up to you somehow

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destination, a fading smile,
Another station, another mile,
Another day gone, I swore that
I will be there before dawn,
So be there, I will.

She got down on hands and knees,
One ear against the ground,
Holding her breath to hear something,
Anything at all

The dirt whispered:
"Child, [bad word] home..."

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