3.Life Is Hard, Not for Us
Life is hard not for us
We left our crippled towns
and then we caught the bus
Down the road to somewhere bound
We kept ourselves from getting old
with tambourines and 7th chords
We saw city names
painted on the water towers
Pacific air inside our veins
Cyan days and naps on trains
Like giant trees
We float slowly to the bottom of the ocean
We could spend a life in plaid sunshine
We're raising up a roof with all our might
And i could go away and that's just fine
Life is hard, not for us
We read by fireflies at dusk
As evening came
and disappeared without a sound
Mr. Murdoch, are you there？
I want to be your faithful heir
Among the legionaires
of earnest musical traditions
I want to write like Miss July
I want the lightning in the sky
To spell the words
to every song i've never heard
We could spend a life in plaid sunshine
We're raising up a roof with all our might
And when I go away, that's just fine
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