Songtexte
Down
the
street
I'll
park
the
car
You
go
ahead
and
meet
me
inside
There's
no
reason
for
us
to
both
go
through
with
it
On
the
way
I'll
call
about
this
guitar
Don't
want
to
sell,
but
I'm
in
the
red
Plus
I
just
don't
know
what
to
do
with
it
Had
I
been
more
awake
this
morning
I
would
have
seen
the
coming
warnings
The
calendar,
the
pens,
Sunday
on
the
phone
again
Today
we'd
stand
alone
with
pines
Instaed
of
with
produce,
in
endless
lines
How
does
preparation
for
the
week
require
the
entire
weekend?
Shop
for
gloves
among
evergreens
Long
woolen
skins
in
unsubtle
themes
And
entire
season
on
a
credit
card
Observing
loves,
rare
friendships
seen
Manifest
their
greatest
deeds
With
facing
feet
from
numbered
dressing
stalls
Had
I
been
more
awake
this
morning
I
could
have
seen
the
coming
warnings
The
calendar,
the
pens,
Sunday
on
the
phone
again
Today
we'd
stand
alone
with
pines
Instaed
of
with
produce,
in
restless
lines
How
does
preparation
for
the
week
require
the
entire
weekend?
The
next
time
you
say
to
me
"This
week's
just
a
day
too
long"
Well
your
days
are
getting
shorter,
and
as
a
gentle
reminder
Under
boots
tan
needles
break
Every
Sunday
I
pray
you'll
see
That
you're
doing
this
thing
all
wrong
Because
down
on
the
corner,
among
the
pines
Hopelessly
small
and
still,
they
defy
the
rake
Every
Sunday
I
pray
you'll
see
That
you're
doing
this
thing
all
wrong
Because
down
on
the
corner,
among
the
pines
Hopelessly
small
and
still,
they
defy
the
rake
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