| Don’t look back until you realize you’re pointedly not trying to look back
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| And then reconsider, try for a clearer mind, try for a grace of some kind
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| Leave your house and walk into autumn light
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| Imagine a river, massive and galloping beneath your feet
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| Or you can call yourself Renee again and you can move back to Rapid City
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| You live in a hotel, you wait for a phone call, you wait for an email
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| You look out the window at a tree, weighted down with snow
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| You worry about your mother, you watch a couple movies, you take an Ativan
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| You walk down a Rapid City street alone
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| And at night there’s a pink cast underneath a blank grey cloudhead
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| Well that’s something pretty to look at in the sky
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| And I don’t know why So-And-So's taking much time to breathe something new into
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| my life
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| And there’s a tip-tap on the window that could be fate’s pale face looking in
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| Energy could be in the trembling hands of a tree, or it could be light
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| Or it could be nothing at all
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| Out in the night
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| The world was right against our skin
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| And it was right again
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| Out in the night
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| The world was right against our skin
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| And it was right, baby
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| Mysteriously absent for the afternoon and suddenly missing for a full month
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| His mother called up, called around the corner, called out shooting from a dream
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| Called his father five states to the south, said he was gone
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| When he could have easily been seen in a Vero Beach Dillard’s
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| Weaving in and out of the racks of beautiful blue men’s shirts
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| Or in South Florida, breezing through the drive-through, easy like a song on
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| the stereo
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| Letting it all slide like an easy-going guy
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| Or he could have not existed, just a vision of his mother
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| When she wished it so hard into something she could almost see
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| Or he could have been a feeling in the air, or the guy who cuts your hair
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| He could have been anyone, he could even have been me
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| And me, I don’t care if I come back as a single wave
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| Or an oriole, or a spare branch on a tree
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| Cause I’m not scared to die as long as I know that the universe has something
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| really to do with me
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| Out in the night
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| The world was right against our skin
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| And it was right
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| Out in the night
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| The world was right against our skin
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| And it was right, baby
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| I wanna make it nice again
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| I wanna make it alright
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| I wanna make it nice again
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| I wanna make it alright
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| Out in the night
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| The world was right against our skin
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| And it was alright, child
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| Out in the night
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| The world was right against our skin
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| And it was alright, baby
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| I wanna make it nice again
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| I wanna make it alright |