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    1. Broke, And So Far From Home

    From the recording One More Time Around (2013)

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    Lyrics

    Rain on concrete, worn out and beat
    Tired of hearing people talk
    We're all rushing by in our hurry to die
    When music spills out down the block
    And I dream I am somewhere people know what I mean
    Where the rain falls grey but the wind blows green
    And I know it ain't true, but what's a poor boy to do?
    Broke, and so far from home

    The winners and losers, the hustlers and users,
    Jostle and make deals and shout
    And the all-night cafes, and the storefront displays
    Promise what this town can put out
    She's had her way with so many men
    Leaves 'em on the sidewalk when their money's all spent
    With nothing but time, and an old cardboard sign
    That says, "Broke, and so far from home"

    It's in the blue TV light that shines every night
    For people with no time to cook
    It's in the billy clubs and gas
    The way we walk past each other and don't even look
    The way we eat when we're not hungry, drink when we're not dry
    Need religion when we're hard up, and dollars when we die
    And the whole sad mess is just like me, I guess
    Broke, and so far from home

    When it all comes crashing, only compassion
    Might save you, but it's a tenuous thing
    To empty yourself to see anyone else
    Like a bell must be empty to ring
    Whatever you've done and wherever you've been
    You're never so free as when you go all in
    And you hear yourself singing, empty and ringing
    Broke, and so far from home

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