Rhyme the way it doesn't anymore
Let their prayers go silent and let them see what's in store
Every future's got a past
No childhood ever lasts
I'm an interpreter of dreams
When the tree stops blowing, let it go
For what the wind has carried is now so far down the road
They're gone, friends of mine,
But not their songs or their rhymes
All, interpreters of dreams
Write the same old songs over again
They're the same path in the forest, the same tree fallen
When it fell, did it make a sound?
I can't tell but they all do now
All of them dreams
I'm early to wake but late to rise
What is it you thought you'd see when you closed your eyes?
As before and before last
No fortune teller tells the past
I'm an interpreter of dreams
So if my branch is bending don't let go
Hold on for the season and then I'll call to let you know
I'm getting better or I know it will
I'll still be writing my poems on the back of water bills
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credits
from Blue Highways - Singles,
released August 20, 2016
Jason Kutchma: vocals, čelović mandolin
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