 Leave me a few things, in your palms for me to sing.
I hope you understand, I love the clutter of your hands.
Leave me a few things, only a few things,
A seed to plant, a phrase to chant, a name to put in my story.
Leave me these few things, a precious few things.
A phrase to plant, a name to chant, a seed to put in my story.
Going to Seattle, driving all the way to Austin,
I'm on the road to Albuquerque, moving out to Boston,
Gotta leave Olympia, I'm getting out of Aberdeen,
Start over in Chicago or in Madison, Wisconsin.
A wedding, your family, the sickness, the stars,
Moving and traveling to get far, to get far,
Away from it, far from it, who am I to say?
A suitcase, a ticket, a new place, a new place.
Roadside rest, gas stations, a lake,
Corrugations in the curbs that keep the truckers all awake.
Aberdeen, Seattle, Olympia, Austin,
Albuquerque, Madison, Chicago, Boston,
The Greyhound bus, a rented car, a train,
All of you forced into that suitcase again.
You made your body move faster than the soul could
go, which is why we didn't lose you a long time ago.
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