Jen Buxton Saudade
Blank books, no songs;
Baby, I've been doing this for too long.
Night falls and we go under,
I ain't getting any younger
So I closed the door I said 'Thank you for the ride'
And I know you can tell there's something else
Trying to force its way outside.
But I just dig my heels in hard against the slow flood of time
And I said 'Never you mind; some things are better kept aside.'
Cultivate a quiet rage;
Well I'm getting used to being avoided like the plague.
Just wanted you to know you're wrong,
That it was me and never you I'm running from.
So I closed the door I said 'Thank you for the ride'
And I know you can tell there's something else
Trying to force its way outside.
But I just dig my heels in hard against the slow flood of time
And I said 'Never you mind; some things are easier just to hide.'
