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Well my beard has grown long
And I search these roads for an old familiar song
And that road has led me west
I look to the skies with a hand across my chest
And her last words have laid me low
She still comes to me in dreams
I am still haunted by her ghost

I see a robin in my tree
He sits on a tiny limb between the knuckle and the knee
He puts his love over his pain
As he shelters his family
Through the thunder and the rain
In the morning the sun is rising now
And I can barely see his breath
For the tree is all that's left

Lay the lantern out for me
And let it cast a weary gaze over the battered sea
For this sweet whisky haze of mine
Has left my drunken heart to wither on the vine
This broken vessel not built for running
And they still nurture my ruin
But it's a ship I can't defend

And we color outside of the lines
Bending thought through the meter
The meter and the rhyme
And I've traveled deeper than I have before
In spite of time and space
I wash up on the shore
Now the faded markings of my pen
Allow me to savor my mistakes
The ones I will surely make again