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“Exodus” Pack up your suitcase with words you never tried to define Three syllable words up for grabs, yours or mine We're running from the town and it's surrounding land A couple of beatnik kids with a Jack Kerouac novel on our backs Tuned into country radio, Willie's singing about the road I'd never listen to it apart from an occasion similar to this You died on a daisy after you drank yourself silly Drunk all your lucky number two For God has rocked you in a deep, deep sleep Put the discerning prophets to sleep Put the farsighted seers to sleep Pawing through a photo album full of places you've tried to hide From your eyes, for such a long time Summer's weary eyes locked onto you Dancing on the kitchen floor without a pair of shoes The pin's on empty, your laugh's run dry There's sand everywhere, there's tears in your eyes Let's go home You died on a daisy after you drank yourself silly Drunk all your lucky number two For God has rocked you in a deep, deep sleep Put the discerning prophets to sleep Put the farsighted seers to sleep I think if I knew what I was looking for I would've found it by now You stress the significance of finding yourself I'm not on the road or in the paperback books upon your shelves It was gruesome, just the way that we lived Times were hard but it was easier to give We had to run from the town you call home Let bygones be bygones, it's all in what you say We could live here forever, forget about today |