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Call It What You Will

from I Still Want To Live In A Treehouse by Jackson Fields

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Call it what you will
That open ounce of mind
Felt like standing still
Broken half the time

There's something in the sound
Headlights in the glass
Gravel breaking down
Over rather fast

Is that hope I'm feeling
Or space between the rounds
Still out there counting
All the raindrops by the sound
On the rooftops

It's getting hard to hear
But easier to guess
Strained and insincere
Blinded by success

There's traffic on the waves
And skylights through the clouds
A customary shade
Of evening coming down

Is that hope I'm feeling
Or space between the rounds
Still out there counting
All the raindrops by the sound
On the rooftops

Is that hope I'm feeling
Or space between the rounds
Still out there counting
All the raindrops by the sound
On the rooftops

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from I Still Want To Live In A Treehouse, released July 17, 2020

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