Everyone is writing songs inside their heads Waking up from sleeping in their unmade beds I cleared out space in springtime to make room for the fall I wrote you words of kindness, but I won’t speak them at all The kudzu choked the hillside…

Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

Everyone is writing songs inside their heads Waking up from sleeping in their unmade beds I cleared out space in springtime to make room for the fall I wrote you words of kindness, but I won’t speak them at all The kudzu choked the hillside…

Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

Darlin I been dreamin about the moon on the prairie The way our voices carry, the song on the radio Arm out the window, dipper in the sky On a solstice night Darlin I been dreamin about the breeze on the water The mountain and her daughter…

Darlin I been dreamin about the moon on the prairie The way our voices carry, the song on the radio Arm out the window, dipper in the sky On a solstice night Darlin I been dreamin about the breeze on the water The mountain and her daughter…

Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

It takes a lot to get me going anymore Through Trials and Tribulations The needle drops into a dance I don't forget You've got a way of moving I'm twisted I'm twisted I'm twisted Around your finger

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