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cannonball statman – pastel كلمات اغاني

help
i can’t find the keys to my car

but i’m leaving

it’s winter
it stopped snowing after the holidays, now it’s just
cold
and dry, and barbed wire fence

i stare down the roads
i walk on both ends of the street
i bring my guitar to the woods, and say one last goodbye
because all these random people are invading my life
i need them to take me to the city

because i can’t find the keys to my car
and they’re all waiting for me
out in the blue air
and the empty trees

driving
down the evening road
the night road
mountains. buildings
places i’ve never been
p-ss right through, p-ss right by

driving
down the midnight road
the dawn road, mourning
thinking about what i’ve left behind
not thinking about anything
talking. listening

the radio stations don’t play here

just
static
thunder. lightning
another night
where? why?

stadiums filled with people
glowing in the dark
green and blue

hitchhikers
they don’t look like us
they wear the same clothes, like
half police officers
half detectives

sleeping waiting why?
why

we reach the city. it’s always nighttime there
we stay in a hotel. the city seems small
the tv only gets one channel, it has no name
the content always relates to something that was lost
a lost fawn, a lost child, a lost dog, a lost celebrity, a lost wallet
a lost mind
they interview the owners, and that’s all we see
because there are no fawns, there are no children, dogs, celebrities, wallets
minds
not in this city

but we stay
because the apartment building is tall and modern
filled with images of amazement

i bought a notebook yesterday
and drew inside of it the storyboard of my life
and when i finished, there were all these blank pages

i got a call from an old friend today
she moved to a house, where she sits out on the porch
in a rocking chair, surveying the garden
she would like to see me

she would like me to meet my daughter
and take her home, where she belongs
she’s 7, going on 8, but time moves slowly here
i have time to get her before she loses my trust

i didn’t have time to ask if there was another person
who would also like to come with me
i picture the three of us forgetting everything
finding the keys to my car in the attic of my old house
driving away under the cold winter sun
asking questions about what happened
with no need for answers

just the thought of seeing each other
wherever
whenever

finding cold sp-ces in the outdoors
returning the warm fireplace
wherever, whenever

driving under the night sky into dawn, into day, into evening
into night

but that picture isn’t in my notebook
i forgot to draw it in
the blank pages are simply blank
and it’s up to me this time
because i have control

but i don’t have control
even though no one else does

i keep getting calls from an old friend these days
sometimes i can hear a young girl’s voice
sometimes i can hear a bird’s song
and sometimes i can hear a faint whisper
telling the girl how great she’s been doing
how great everything will be

but she’s not talking about me
she’s talking to her daughter
that’s all it is
a way to make conversation
a way to help her grow

and when she’s old enough to drive
she’ll keep the keys in her pocket
all the time
just in case something unexpected happens

just in case she does something she might regret

- cannonball statman

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