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Postman in the gray and blue
Can I sleep among the bags while you drive?
I'll take the wheel after a time
Got a jaw full of foolish words

How many miles
Will we get there by morning?
Stop just short of the ocean
And I'll find my way to town

I'd spend my last dollar on a walking cane
Shining silver handle, initials engraved
And a hard wandering stick leading down to the earth
But is it worth wearing my soles to the dirt?

There are a few things that I found
Do you mind if I piece them together?
I've got all the fixings for a letter
But none of the letters for lines

Some of these people back here
They've got minds worth thieving
Some are hoping and reeling
Others are sky high

I'm just hoping to string them in line
One by one make the words into mine
I think it's there, just not crystalized
Like you'd see the stars, if not for the sun in your eyes

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from Pitkin County Morning EP, released September 14, 2015

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