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Dar Williams

"Calling The Moon"

the moon wanted more of my night
I turned off the engine and the headlights
the trees appeared, as they'd never been gone
I promised the fields I'd return from now on
and the moon kept on rising,
and I had no more to say--
I put my road maps away
and surrendered the day

and I know you'll be calling me soon,
and if I don't answer, I'm calling the moon.

calling the moon, I was calling her then
and wondering, will she take me again?
oh, I'm calling the moon

when I called the moon back to me
I thought she wanted my beauty
I shone in the best that vanity buys
I covered the path where my life turned to lies
and the moon kept on rising,
but I felt nothing at all--
she comes when the empire falls
and shines on crumbling walls

calling the moon by the name that she chose
as Tennessee wanders in moth-eaten robes
oh, I'm calling the moon

oh, make sense of me, night
I can see so much from this cold height
the moon said, "oh, darkness, my work is done.
I've poured out this bottle of light from the sun.
but their anger keeps on rising,
and they don't understand.
I've shown them all that I can,
that the world is at hand.

and I know they'll be calling me soon,
and if I don't answer, I'm only the moon--"

I can see by her light
this one's going out to the moon tonight
oh, I'm calling the moon
calling the moon, 'cause I know what it's worth
to tug at the tides and illumine the earth
oh, I'm calling the moon...

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"Iowa (Traveling III)"

I have never had a way with women,
but the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could.
and I've never found a way to say I love you,
but if the chance came by, oh, I, I would.
but way back where I come from, we never mean to bother
we don't like to make our passions other people's concern
and we walk in the world of safe people
and at night we walk into our houses and burn

Iowa, Iowa, oh, I, Iowa

how I long to fall just a little bit,
to dance out of the lines and stray from the light.
but I fear that to fall in love with you,
is to fall from a great and gruesome height.
so, you know, I asked a friend about it on a bad day
her husband had just left her, she sat down on a chair he'd left behind
she said, "what is love?  where did it get me?
whoever thought of love is no friend of mine."

Iowa, Iowa, oh, I, Iowa

once I had everything--I gave it up
for the shoulder of your driveway, and the words I'd never felt
and so for you I came this far across the tracks,
ten miles above the limit and with no seatbelt,
and I'd do it again.
for tonight, I went running through the screen doors of discretion
for I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see:
you were wandering out on the hills of Iowa
and you were not thinking of me...

Iowa, Iowa, oh, I, Iowa

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"Farewell to the Old Me"

how can I ask love to hold the mystery
when just look at me
it's all push and pull collateral
I don't wanna be the one who gets the next surprise
I'll plan it out this time
though I used to think that things were meant to be

farewell to the old me
farewell to the old me
my life is working better now
but always changing anyhow

I danced a lot of nights until the grass was wet
it wasn't over yet
round 'bout three a.m., you made a friend
and I followed a lot of vital crazy thoughts, because
that's where the meaning was
and I tried to find it any other way

farewell to the old me
farewell to the old me
my life is working better now
but always changing anyhow

I could turn on the charm and show them nothing more
than what I've done before
it's nothing much new, but it'll do
'cause I don't wanna be the one who makes you laugh out loud
I wanna make you proud
and you always said you knew what I could be

farewell to the old me
farewell to the old me
my life is working better now
but always changing anyhow
time, and the old me
farewell to the old me
farewell...


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