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Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor
Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer
Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer
Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here


A hand, a spike, a physical fight, a flash of light, a curtain
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, afraid to die a virgin
A girl, a whore, a pleasurable type, a siren in the water
A scroll, a nod, a message from God, a son, a Holy Father


Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself
Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise"
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I don't overwhelm


The hand, the pen, the writing again, the wind around the willow
The wall, the fall, the passage of time, the bolting down the window
The now, the then, the thinking of "when," the message in the bottle
The strike, the pause, the mandate from God forbid she shows emotion


This isn't rage, it's worth a mention
This is a fake internal tension
Sometimes, I spread out my opinion
And stand on its back to gain attention
This isn't rage, it's too specific
I have to hate symbolic limits
This is no statement, I'm complicit
This is a dream, God put me in it

A hand, a spike, a physical fight, the wind around the willow
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, the bolting down the window
The now, the then, the thinking of "when," the siren in the water
The strike, the pause, the message from God, does that make me His daughter?


A hand, a shove, a drive, a jump, a win under the wire

Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher