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by Gary E. Andrews - 07/24/26 08:58 PM
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Lunchbox
by Gary E. Andrews - 07/24/26 01:23 AM
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Just lyrics so far, music will have to wait until I get home.
Retreat By Michael Downing, (c) 2009
(v1) Driving through the darkness, down this beat up old road Trying to get home to make things right, I left the interstate now 40 miles ago I need more time to think, more time to drive
With one cell call you write our epilogue So resolute, you cry, you don't want me back I hit the brakes hard, stop in a cloud of dust What we had, you say, is now in the past
(chorus) Just before the sun begins its climb To erase the darkness from this canopy The earth pauses taking one last breath Of the night that's began its slow retreat
On an old gravel road, now sitting in my truck Starring blindly at the mountains in the east They stand there firm not caring about the night Nor about my broken heart that's in retreat.
(v2) Your call is dropped, and I know you're long gone This truck stop coffee has gone cold The windows down, breeze it chills me to the bone So tired of roaming, dear God, where do I go
(chorus) Just before the sun begins its climb To erase the darkness from this canopy The earth pauses taking one last breath Of the night that's began its slow retreat
On an old gravel road, sitting in my truck Starring blindly at the mountains in the east They stand there firm not caring about the night Nor about my broken heart that's in retreat.
(Bridge) Where do I go? Dear Lord What matters most, I've thrown away Is hope now lost, please show me that its not Please show on this brand new day
(Chorus) Just before the sun begins its climb To erase the darkness from this canopy The earth pauses taking one last breath Of the night that's began its slow retreat
On an old gravel road, sitting in my truck Starring blindly at the mountains in the east They stand there firm not caring about the night Nor about my broken heart that's in retreat.
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