(Tom Waits/ Kathleen Brennan) The sky holds all our wishes The dish ran away with the spoon Chimney smoke ties the roofs to the sky There's a hole overhead It's only the moon Will there ever be a tree Grown from the seeds I've sown Life is a path lit only by the light of those I've loved By the light of those I love Life's a path lit only by the light of those I've loved By the light of those I love
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