Well she walked thru the streets
Feeling part of the crowd
Though she knew at night she'd sleep alone
She used to say 'The universe will provide'
But that's one hell of a space to call home
And I still think of her on cold grey mornings
When I'm drinking in the Royal Exchange
Where old Irishmen who live in one room
And dream of horses on the range
[Chorus]
It's your life
You're making tracks
But I can't be there
If you change your mind
And come on back - come on back
Well I rubbеd my face as the day wore on
I walkеd thru back streets to the Blackman Bar
Thought about my dear old friend Noel
How he bought me here to say goodbye
That splendid man then left to die
And I cut my hand on and old old story
As I turned the page to see who'd died
I saw the salt pouring into the wounds
Of little boys who couldn't cry
[Chorus]
It's your life
You're making tracks
But I can't be there
If you change your mind
And come on back - come on back
There's a shoreline where old men work hard
They can't afford life's easy tears
They work from memory with their hands
Faces wet with routine fear
And it's a long way to the ocean floor
And the golden heart is sinking slow
Trumpets sounding underwater
Sound turns slowly in the salty flow
[Chorus]
It's your life
You're making tracks
But I can't be there
If you change your mind
And come on back - come on back
I spent a month alone in the underground
In Marylebone Station in London town
Two policemen stopped and asked if I was ok
I said 'I'm working on my philosophy'
And in April-time when the bluebells come
To country lanes that I have known
I see children swimming in an English river
In summer heat they splash and shout
[Chorus]
It's your life
You're making tracks
But I can't be there
If you change your mind
And come on back - come on back
And I dedicate this song to the hours
When the power of roses lived in me
With the thorn and with the petal
And with surrender to the honey bee
{spoken word - Ron Sexsmith}
'The other guinea hen died of a broken heart, and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table, drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and I kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years, to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph of someone who's trying not to laugh at someone who'd trying not to cry'
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