Wurtsboro
Profound, broken into two
Wurtsboro met its waterloo
A shroud, Simon said that leaves never bend
But I can see clearly
Their stems bend as I do
But what do I know?
The birds didn't seem to care
The atmosphere filled with milky air
I bet pilots stopped
Lacking a plan, they decide to land
I curled up on grassland
Besides an unnamed river
I didn't want to, I wanted to be in your arms
But to you, I was transparent, a barren soul
I couldn't help it, was I just thinking far too much?
Or was I still in love with you in Wurtsboro?
Our dock, out on our little swamp
Our eyes refused to meet even once
Blue skies, came the day we thought there would be rain
I sat alone and pondered, a name for the river
I couldn't find one, I didn't want to be alone
But my mind couldn't gather a lengthy thought
I was so numb, I needed to go home
Now my home is here in Wurtsboro
I didn't want it, to define my world
But it sure did, subdue my vigor
Spit in my face, rip off all my clothes
Show me no grace, contort my figure
In life I grow older
And I have grown colder
I didn't want to, I wanted to be in your arms
But to you, I was transparent, a barren soul
I couldn't help it, was I just thinking far too much?
Or was I still in love with you in Wurtsboro?
Wurtsboro met its waterloo
A shroud, Simon said that leaves never bend
But I can see clearly
Their stems bend as I do
But what do I know?
The birds didn't seem to care
The atmosphere filled with milky air
I bet pilots stopped
Lacking a plan, they decide to land
I curled up on grassland
Besides an unnamed river
I didn't want to, I wanted to be in your arms
But to you, I was transparent, a barren soul
I couldn't help it, was I just thinking far too much?
Or was I still in love with you in Wurtsboro?
Our dock, out on our little swamp
Our eyes refused to meet even once
Blue skies, came the day we thought there would be rain
I sat alone and pondered, a name for the river
I couldn't find one, I didn't want to be alone
But my mind couldn't gather a lengthy thought
I was so numb, I needed to go home
Now my home is here in Wurtsboro
I didn't want it, to define my world
But it sure did, subdue my vigor
Spit in my face, rip off all my clothes
Show me no grace, contort my figure
In life I grow older
And I have grown colder
I didn't want to, I wanted to be in your arms
But to you, I was transparent, a barren soul
I couldn't help it, was I just thinking far too much?
Or was I still in love with you in Wurtsboro?
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Writer(s): Kevin Wulf
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