Richard Shindell

Richard Shindell - Northbound 35 lyrics

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Northbound 35
Through the iron hills
Under infidel skies
It's two hundred miles to drive
You won't be home  

I saw an elsebound train
On the overpass 
In the driving rain
Every ticket costs the same
For where you can't go  

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Mustang horses, champagne glasses
Anything frail anything wild  
It’s the price of living motion
What's beautiful is broken
And grace is just the measure of a fall  

So I rolled into your town
I passed the smokestacks 
And the sky spun around
With her diamonds on fire  

We fought all night and then we danced
In your kitchen
You were as much in my hands
As water or darkness or nothing
Can ever be held  

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It's just flashes that we own
Little snapshots 
Made from breath and from bone
And out on the darkling plain alone
They light up the sky  

It's 51 and driving south
Ain't it funny 
How things'll turn out
I never even kissed you on the mouth
When we said goodbye  

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