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Furrows In The Wind

1. I knew a man in my home town
And he was always right
His hands and lawn were manicured
His house was nice and white
And all his friends and family
Were along for the ride
All neatly pressed, it seemed to me
The world was on his side

2. He got a mega money stereo
That only played the news
A suit for every half a day
And twice as many shoes
His dreams were filled with dollar bills
It took up all his time
His children hardly knew the man
Who worked from five to nine

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And I tore my heart out trying to understand
The wisdom of the hardened heart
The virtues of the man
To see and hear through his eyes and ears
What is and what has been
And lie low within the furrows of the wind

3. There's a woman down in music town
Who finally cut the cord
With the kids in school and a house to keep
There's no time to be bored
We share these days, one at a time
'Til the kids are grown and gone
Weekends there yours, weekdays their mine
Are we dying, or being born

4. She had weekends free, and gas money
Come Friday she'll be torn
And her cycles filled with spills and bills
And an occasional John
All the trials and tribulations
Were settled in the dust
Her life was full and empty
With love and loveless lust

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5. There's a miller, without a mill
Just stone upon stone
There's a fisherman without a boat
Beyond his last trip home
There's a carpenter who lost the will
To drive another nail
Each end is a beginning
Each beginning a tale

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As I throw my hands out
That's life I suppose
How could there be such glorious highs
Without those woeful lows
Just realize what's hurting you
And begin to have an end
Lie low within the furrows of the wind

6. There's a town crier, thunder
That reveals the blackened form
There's a hard wind that sweeps the front
That brings the mighty storm
There's a blue sky that's twice as high
That never will be gone
There's a frightening crack that rips the clouds
That pours as if they're torn

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