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Halfway to the City
Preservation Blues Band
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Morning's gettin chilly
After dancin with my sins
I'm standin here on this rod of steel
Made slick from the frost
But I can't help but keep on walking
Turning glances for that train
But that tunnel runs dark and empty
I got a feeling that it's lost
That it's lost
I hear the footsteps of the saints
As they're coming down the stairs
They make a rukus and threaten freedom
With their passion and their flare
Why not show themselves
And spare me from my search
But with no reason to be present
There's no wisdom they can share
They can share
Halfway to the city
I pluck a rock from the ground
Such a simple little trinket
The most ordinary ever found
And what was, once invisible
Now makes a sudden sound
For no rhyme or reason, it just happened
While I was forward bound
Forward bound
Forward bound
Forward bound
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