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Caedmon's Call Caedmon's Call Center Aisle Thank God I'm back in my car, and drivin' home, and drivin' home. 'Cause the air was thin and so cold back in there. It was my first time, won't be my last time And the questions rise, expectations fall in light of it all. There aren't words to say; words aren't remembered, but presence is. A good friend once told me, and he was there, he was there. But she wasn't there. And it's not fair, and it's not fair. What crimes have you committed, demanding such a penance, that couldn't wait for five more minutes and a cry for help? 'Cause this room is so peaceful and this room is so quiet. And I hate the silence, and I can't walk the center aisle. Well, I've been here for over three hours, behind the flowers, so beautiful and young. And so alive, and so in need of someone, someone to talk to them. 'Cause theirs are fragile lives. And I think about my brother, and how i just stood there with my hands in my pockets and my heart in my throat. Thank God I'm back in my car and drivin' home, and drivin' home. But in that place I leave all my days of taking life for granted and the words I wrote for her and my best friend crying, and a young girls lying on all out hearts. |
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