Muse and Musician
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She boards a bus in Santa Fe
Draped in her coat and furs
She whispers in your ear to play
The song you wrote for her
And she dances in the hallway
Swaying like a leaf
Shivers in your doorframe
Till she bumps enough to breath
On the road
Blame the shows
Blame the songs that you wrote
The story always stays the same
Someone's always out to gain
Blame the currents and the wind
Blame the songs you have to live
And all they ask you to give
On the road
So you ask her to stay awhile
Can she be your muse
Yet she'll become an afterthought
A pretty image for the afternoons
And the moment it'll warp with time
Bitterness suits no one well
But the atmosphere felt so good up there
Caught in the stories that you tell
On the road
Blame the shows
Blame the songs that you wrote
The story always stays the same
Someone's always out to gain
Blame the currents and the wind
Blame the songs you have to live
And all they ask you to give
On the road
And ask around if they all know her name
While in vacant theatre rooms she's lost on the stage
She's singing to those five wayward souls just to feel her own pain
And for a moment she might be the name
On the road
Blame the shows
Blame the songs that you wrote
The story always stays the same
Someone's always out to gain
Blame the currents and the wind
Blame the songs you have to live
And all they ask you to give
On the road
And all they ask you to give
On the road