When the heroes come back
From their lock-in overseas
I read the pages you scattered
In the trees
Full of songs, sweet and sincere
From orange juice to ginger beer
I read your words in your voice
And I get it
When the rain postpones the show
And all the fans run back home
I hang my coat and plug in
And I know I'm not alone
Could be sever, could be twenty-eight
No matter how many, they're all great
I read your words in your voice and I get it
When the fires get too large
For the team to fight off
I start to laugh and cheer
I start to cry and cough
They can never convict me
Because they'll never find me
I read your words in your voice and I get it.
credits
from The New South,
released March 1, 2014
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