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Small Talk Relations lyrics
I skipped a stone and watched it go,
The arc and then the undertow,
Thinking a day is something like a prayer.
So much to ask, you start it soft,
Then the weighted locks come off,
In the end, you just hope someone’s there -
‘Cause all of these small talk relations,
Lord, I need something real.
Don’t nobody here at all
Know the way that I feel.
Bu there’s no one to answer to.
Just the dark and me and you,
And all the angels stand around just wishing,
For just a drag there of your smoke,
A taste of skin, a sip of hope,
To raise their skirts up where no words are rising -
‘Cause all these small talk relations,
Lord, they ain’t nothing real.
Don’t nobody here at all
Know the way that I feel.
Workmen in the street below
Softly play a radio,
A hymn of static through the traffic.
The crowd just turns to leave,
The secret current underneath
Cannot be heard above the racket
Of all of these small talk relations,
I can’t hear one thing real.
Don’t nobody here at all
Know the way that I feel.
Part of these releases
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- Track 1 on Traveling Alone Disc 2
- 2 Spring
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- Track 7 on Traveling Alone (Deluxe Edition)
- 6 Too Soon to Go
- 8 Spring
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