Born Alone

I have heard the war and worry of the gospel

Ferried fast across the void

I have married broken spoke charging smoke wheels

Spit and swallowed opioid

I am the driver at the wheel of the horror

Marching circles at the gate

Mine eyes have seen

The fury so flattered by fate

Tonight I'd rather count the warm fuse internally

Subtract the silence of myself

I would rather choose the middle mind of mystery

Reverse a riddle for my health

I'll unwind strange rinds overpowering

Toss the chimneys in the sea

I believe I've seen

The finger divine extremity

Please come closer to the feather smooth lens fly

Sadness is my luxury

Will you weather, join the cold, come before I die

More aware of it than me

The valves are blowing stone

The kids are unabashed

Loneliness postponed

Mine eyes deceiving glory

I was born to die alone



found on: The Whole Love

words: Jeff Tweedy

debuted/last played: performance history

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