| I know who you are old man keep running
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| I caught your trail as you left the pines
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| Out into the fields where you couldn’t hide nowhere
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| Just a thin stitch up against the rising line
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| And up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling
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| Up through the blue I knew the star were tumbling
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| I know who you are old man keep running
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| I tracked you down by the look in the eyes
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| Of a thousand gone faces pressed against their windows
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| Horses hiding in the willows 'til the storm passed by
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| And a fine gray dust seemed to settle on the future
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| A fine gray dust seemed to settle in between
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| Your hat and the dapple of my appaloosa
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| The only living things that I could see
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| And up through the blue I knew that stars were tumbling
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| Up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling
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| I know who you are old man keep running
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| I walked across the bottom of the lake below
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| Your boat and did you know that when you landed I was watching
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| As the sky turned dark as the eyes of a foal
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| And I’ll know you by the shift of the wind in the cobwebs
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| The sawdust swirls in the fins of the bullheads
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| The craters that you made when you lay down dreaming
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| Strange constellations that you gave new meaning
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| By the teeth marks you made on bones from the ice age
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| Then smell of the cinder burning slow in your rib cage
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| Listen in the distance and you’ll hear my shadow
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| Footsteps soft as the tread of an echo
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| And up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling
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| Up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling
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| And the ground will open out into a mouth below us
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| And the mouth will open out into the empty sky
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| And the whistle as we hurtle through the halls of onyx
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| The only sound around us as we go by
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| And I’ll follow you out through the wells of charcoal
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| Moonlit stones around the cones of a black hole
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| Through the fields where grow the ever and forever
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| The tessellated blooms with the voids at their centers
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| Through the million rooms in a bead of luminescence
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| The filaments on the looms of dimension
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| The pillars of creation where they make the planets
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| The billion tiny teeth that tear the charge from your atoms
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| In a trillion tiny bites they’ll eat the meat from the pearl
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| And throw your soul away a cold grey little world
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| And nothing that is hidden will be revealed
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| And nothing that is hidden will be revealed
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| And nothing that is hidden will be revealed |