Sue Jeffers

insurgent folk

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silly me when the phone rang at midnight
i thought that it just might be you on the line
been thinking of putting the guitar thru the wall again
but answer and i tell my dad that everything is fine
in my dream the other night we were riding on the train
over snow covered bridges thru some town
i kept falling thru the ceiling you were chatting in the lounge car
and strangers kept pulling me down

well we're coming on a new year
and we've got a chance i swear
i'll try to keep my seat down on the floor
i'm not talking about perfection
we'd both know that was a lie
but there are ways to a better kind of world

well the past's knocked us around
and the now can throw you to the ground
i remember being there its hard to get up any more
can get so damn dark and you get so damn tired
gets hard to remember that there ever was a door
so tonight i've turned the lights out & i'm
burning wicks down here alone
trying to keep my head above the ash
but you know i have a flashlight
and the batteries are still alright
we can kick away these cans and all the broken glass

we stumbled to the new year
and we've got a chance i swear
i'll try to keep my seat down on the floor
i'm not talking about perfection
we'd both know that was a lie
but there's ways to a better kind of world
copyright Sue Jeffers 2006