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Swingin Utters - Watching the Wayfarers
We saw gold where there was only dust
And the worst we saw in us, no one else could
We traveled far and tramped the dirt down deep
To where our souls could keep the time and never rest
Mind the road flares, watch the steep stairs, pace yourself
Harbor your fate, temptation, hate - destiny sells
I’ve asked all the bitter, hapless, and broken down
They just return my frowns and tell me to forget
Simplicity is not what I was hoping for
I thought it’d be much more than I’d always dreamt
Read the roadmaps, thumb through atlases and charts
Try to lose yourself in powder, booze, and bars
I’ll return to all my favorite haunts
Frequent familiar spots I never really left
Distance myself from scattered, lofty thoughts
Make them resolute, destitute, vague and deaf
