| Traveling through these mountains far from home
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| Looking for the reason, looking for the road
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| Alone and in good company
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| I found a way to make myself part of these towns
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| And all the while these birds find their way into the rafters
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| They don’t know what they’re after
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| Like I can’t reach you because you’re too far away
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| You keep losing pieces that I just can’t carry
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| I wish we’d all stop spinning
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| 'Cause these words weigh nothing when you’re too far away
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| Never seen these turns we’re taking, never been this way before
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| Couldn’t wrap myself around, it could take miles away
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| I’m not stuck along between these trips and choices
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| Gather several moments and leave songs behind
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| And all the while these birds find their way into the rafters
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| They don’t know what they’re after
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| Like I can’t reach you because you’re too far away
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| You keep losing pieces that I just can’t carry
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| I wish we’d all stop spinning
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| 'Cause these words weigh nothing when you’re too far away
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| Keep myself in comfort with the things I’m taking home
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| More jaded late nights help the mornings come
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| But I can’t hear the voice that loves me I’m wrapped inside my memories
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| Far from home
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| And all the while these birds find their way into the rafters
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| They don’t know what they’re after
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| Like I can’t reach you because you’re too far away
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| You keep losing pieces that I just can’t carry
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| I wish we’d all stop spinning
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| 'Cause these words weigh nothing when you’re too far away |