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Watching the sunrise over the seedy motels
on the west side of my hometown
Wondering what my friends are doing
They live all around the world now
Cara's probably making coffee
Jacksons probably just going to bed
Trent's probably dreaming, rocking on his sailboat
with ocean dreams in his head.
I'm tired of crossing state lines just to get a hug
Tired of hearing I love you just because we're hanging up
I hope heaven's just a porch with some chairs
and everyone I've ever loved
While I was busy trying to be punk rock
Gretchen was making hip hop
Her and me made all of these old home-burned CDs
If I released them now she'd probably kill me
Katrina's probably practicing law
I know Irja's making someone laugh
It's hard to know with some people that the time that you had
is all you'll ever have
And sure I don't have a lot but I've got a little box
full of letters and pictures I would never give up
A whole bunch of stories and a lot of little things
that mean the world to me
I'm tired of crossing state lines just to get a hug
Tired of hearing I love you just because we're hanging up
I hope heaven's just a porch with some chairs
and everyone I've ever loved
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A Lot Like You
02:03
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Has the coast been good to you?
You still wearing the same pair of boots?
Are you still smoking those camel blues,
or did you quit those, too?
Don't know if I'd recognize you
Glasses, a few turtlenecks and a hairdo
Can't change the fact that we all knew you
drunk, crazy, dancing in a living room
You told me a handful of secrets,
but most were lies, so I can't even keep 'em
All I've got's a picture of you eating
biscuits and gravy you made us one weekend
and the one of you smiling
up in the flowers I hung from the ceiling
Climbing down the stairs and staring right at me
looking like you were gone already
The picture's too good to be true
I must have you confused
With someone I thought I knew
but he just looks a lot like you
We always agreed when we gave up on our dreams
we'd meet somewhere in Vegas next to slot machines
I don't like to gamble but I sure like to party and
you love to shroud yourself in mysteries
I bet you could count some cards
Bet we could rob this whole god damn bar
then we could drive off in some stolen car
before they knew we'd be far
far
Oh its always too good to be true
I must have you confused
with someone I thought I knew
But he just looks a lot like you
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Jobs
02:53
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When I was a kid I couldn't wait
to pick out what color towels I'd have at my first place
All the art on the walls, all the bowls and plates
and coffee cups, 'cause all adults drink that sort of thing
When I turned eighteen, that dream was mine
but I drank too much and I cried a lot and I kind of lost my mind
When I lost my job, my friend from the sandwich shop
would bring us butts of bread and the ends of cheese and the
meat they couldn't chop
Living on white bread and American cheese
Ten year old me would have been so happy
I got another job
then I quit for a better job
then I moved away and got a new job
then I took a different job
moved back for the old job
got fired
got hired at a new job
then I couldn't go to that job so I got a new job
it was a good job
then I got bored and got a different job
that was a gross job
so then I didn't have a job
then I had two jobs
now I've got a new job
I really wish I didn't need to have a job
I've been working hard since I was sixteen
selling chuck-a-pucks and raffles at the hockey rink
Getting paid on commission while all the other teenagers
fist fought and made out under the bleachers
I just wish someone would have told me that none of it mattered
I would have spent more time on my bike, or playing ghost in the graveyard
no one tells you how expensive your hobbies can get
and no matter how you beg the mailman the bills keep coming
I just miss the days when my boss's only job for me
was to go stand in the yard or go play in the street
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4. |
Just Me and You
02:42
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If it were up to me, we'd never see the
end of the summer
Golden hour through the leaves, the yellow tips on the trees
walking through the woods just to find each other
I don't want to change my tune to a new track
Just want to play all those good times back
You say you miss when it was just me and you
I miss when it was me and you, too
At the fishing holes you broke all my poles but I
still had better luck
Singing songs by the river, knocking knees in the weeds
Laughing all the way back to your truck
Oh, the way we used to fit in that bench seat
when you'd pull my toes and you'd squeeze my feet
You miss when it was just me and you
I miss when it was me and you, too
Held an umbrella over me while I picked blueberries
They're still waiting in my freezer
A dusty road in the rain and the looks on our faces
I'd give anything just to have those pictures
but you never can predict the future
Turns out, there's just some things that you can't save for later
You wish that it was just me and you
I wish that it was me and you, too
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5. |
A Good Thing
02:05
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The way you used to talk to me made me feel like
I could do anything
You'd smile and shrug your shoulders
Made me feel like we had all the answers
The way you used to look at me made me feel like a daydream
It wasn't always a good thing
The way you used to laugh with me
Thought we'd tell each other everything
The stories would never run dry
We'd keep that dumb twinkle in our eye
The way you used to kiss me made me think that we were happy
It wasn't always a good thing
The way you used to hold me every Sunday
made me feel greedy
It was never enough for me
The way you used to dance with me made me think we'd never stop spinning
It wasn't always a good thing
It wasn't always a good thing
The way you used to love me let me know you'd be fine without me
It wasn't always a great feeling
but it was always a good thing
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6. |
Your Mattress
01:51
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I'm glad we sold your mattress
To those rednecks
so I don't have to picture someone in it
while you tell them
"god damn"
and my name escapes your head
Bet the hound dog's snoozin'
Woodstove's glowing
Up on the ceiling, your shadows dancing
I could paint it
With my eyes closed
I can see it without looking
I could get there in a blindfold
It doesn't take much to make someone feel at home
and it takes even less to make someone feel alone
So, if she finds my coffee
in the freezer
just tell her it's for her
If she likes the flowers
that I planted
give her some scissors and a basket
It doesn't take much to make someone feel at home
and it takes even less to make someone feel alone
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7. |
My Hair
01:29
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Don't wanna cut my hair off
'cause when I drove back from Arkansas
and we decided we were still in love
I dyed my whole head blonde
I wish you would have stopped me
I felt like the lead in some old movie
but that's a lot of upkeep'
for someone with no money
Finally I gave up
I couldn't go a week without looking like Courtney Love
Realized I'd messed up
and tried to get it back to how it was
Turns out you can't do that
Not unless you want to shave your head
I counted my losses and
settled on brunette
It's almost been a year now
and all the brunette faded out
The bottom half is blonde again
and we broke up again
I try not to think too much about it but I can't help
wonder where the time went
I loved you
I loved you
I love you and I know I won't forget it
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8. |
2022
01:59
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"New Year, New You"
2022
Can't picture a whole year without you
It's gotten easier to live my life
One day at a time
but not one night goes by I don't dream of you
It's been one
two
three
months without you smiling at me
but when I close my eyes that's all I can see
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Heather Evans Marquette, Michigan
My name is Heather. I write songs sometimes. Sometimes they get recorded.
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