From the recording Kicking the Stone Home

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Produced by Dan Donahue & Sam Baardman, Engineered and Mixed by Dan Donahue


she’s got a sign above her bed saying, Elvis Slept Here
there's a half-smoked cigarette laying out on the table like a long forgotten fear
she said, the things you think will last forever only last until they're done
but that's alright, that's alright, that's alright

sometimes I feel like an empty can rolling on the floor of the car
something hits me, it could be a turn in the road and I don't know where the hell we are
I'd rather hear the rain on the roof than the news on the radio
and that's alright, that's alright, that's alright

these are tired old days in the western world
play the same old plays, make the same mistakes
run around all day, wait for coffee breaks
forever reaching in, never reaching out
try to look for love, try to work it out

she said, I leave the windows up and smoke comes off the street
the scratch and drone of the road drifts down to the floor and it curls around my feet
I know, nobody threw rose petals when I walked into the world
but that's alright, that's alright, that's alright