At My Window
Townes van Zandt / Townes van Zandt: Flyin' Shoes (1978)
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| At my window | watching the | sun go |
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| hoping the | stars know | it's time to | shine. |
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| daydreams - | aloft on | dark wings |
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| soft as the | sun streams | at days de | cline. |
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| Living is sying | dying says nothing at | all. |
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| Babe and I are lying here | watching the evening | fall. |
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| Time flows - | through brave be | ginnings |
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| and leaves her | endings | beneath our | feet. |
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| Walk | lightly - | upon their | faces |
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| leave gentle | traces | upon their | sleep. |
| Living is dancing dyin's doin' nothing at all. | |
| Babe and I are lying here watching the evening fall. | |
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| Three dimes - | hard luck and | good times |
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| bad rhymes and | fine lines | not much to | say. |
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| Feel fine - | feel low and | lazy, |
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| feel grey and | hazy, | feel far | away. |
| Living ain't lying dying ain't flying so high. | |
| Babe and I are wandrin' watching the day go by. | |
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