| So far so good
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| You’re coming to the bend at the end of the road
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| You put a hand to the belly that’s foreign more
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| With every day like an oversize load
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| And you’re thinking about clouds the color of fire
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| And the scent of an orange peel
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| The way Mt. Shasta explodes into windshield view
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| And your hands steady on the wheel
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| So far so good
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| Coffee motel coffee diner coffee go on Styrofoam is drying like the tears that once did flow
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| Starting 10 o’clock and ending at dawn
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| And you can’t go back but you’re going back
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| And you don’t know what you’ll say
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| You’ve got half-formed sentences
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| Explanations for a life half-broken away
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| And they just may
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| They’ll take you in their arms and then take out their knives
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| So you drive on thinking
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| So far so good
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| But you can’t go on much longer like this you know
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| You’re all alone in this world no that’s not true
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| The nice Christian lady told you so She was handing out pamphlets by the clinic door
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| Saying «Jesus knows what you’ve been through
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| Take the Savior into your heart my child
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| There’s love waiting for the both of you»
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| Well you don’t believe but you have to believe
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| It’s still crumpled there in your back seat
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| Were you the hero or the worst kind of coward back there
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| Putting pavement back under your feet
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| Couldn’t stand the heat
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| Couldn’t stand the thought of ghosts with a negative age
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| Turn the page
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| OK So far so good
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| You try to sing along to the radio
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| But it’s not your language not your song
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| It’s from some other time ago
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| And you’re thinking about how someone died that day
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| The you that was so carefully planned
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| But then again maybe this life is like a sleeping mountain
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| Waking up to shape the land
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| Calm calm let it come let it come back to you
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| Calm calm breathe on out you know you know what to do |