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Logan Baker (vocal 1)
04:22
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My name is Logan Baker
I am thirteen years old
I was born in Kansas City
I will never grow old
The doctor said my heart ain’t working right
There is nothing he can do
My dear mother wipes away the tear
Every time she leaves the room
It’s a sunny day outside
Coming through the window pane
Lying here all by myself
I’m not the only one expecting rain
My father is Elijah
He’s a teamster through and through
Worked for thirty years to own this home
On East 11th Avenue
I am the ninth of eleven children
There are four who’ve gone before
Two sisters and two brothers
Who are waiting at the door
It’s a sunny day outside
Coming through the window pane
Lying here all by myself
I’m not the only one expecting rain
When it falls the curtain call begins
I take my bow, waiting, waiting
My sister Ella has a baby boy
Joseph is his name
Born in August ‘97
He will only know name
The family is gathered ‘round me
We know it’s coming soon
It is April 1900
I’ll be gone before it’s June
It’s a sunny day outside
Coming through the window pane
Lying here all by myself
I’m not the only one
Am I the only one?
I’m not the only one expecting rain
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2. |
Logan Baker (vocal 2)
04:34
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My name is Logan Baker
I am thirteen years old
I was born in Kansas City
I will never grow old
The doctor said my heart ain’t working right
There is nothing he can do
My dear mother wipes away the tear
Every time she leaves the room
It’s a sunny day outside
Coming through the window pane
Lying here all by myself
I’m not the only one expecting rain
My father is Elijah
He’s a teamster through and through
Worked for thirty years to own this home
On East 11th Avenue
I am the ninth of eleven children
There are four who’ve gone before
Two sisters and two brothers
Who are waiting at the door
It’s a sunny day outside
Coming through the window pane
Lying here all by myself
I’m not the only one expecting rain
When it falls the curtain call begins
I take my bow, waiting, waiting
My sister Ella has a baby boy
Joseph is his name
Born in August ‘97
He will only know name
The family is gathered ‘round me
We know it’s coming soon
It is April 1900
I’ll be gone before it’s June
It’s a sunny day outside
Coming through the window pane
Lying here all by myself
I’m not the only one
Am I the only one?
I’m not the only one expecting rain
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3. |
February
05:21
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Frost on the window
Slips through the crack
The mirror offers
A stranger’s hand
“I hardly know you,
Won’t you come on in?”
Winter morning
Cold stone floor
A quiet hour
Behind closed doors
You are sleeping
Dreams fill your head
The words, they come to me
One by one, like counting sheep
Tired eyes
Speak to me
Of countless hours
Spent far from sleep
“Can I help you
Ease your worried mind?”
Will time spent talking
Convince you now
Only lovers, know somehow
When to stay and when it’s time to leave
The words, they come to me
One by one, like counting sheep
You can hold me
Heal me
Free me
Help conceal me
Together we’ll fight off the chill
You can warm me
Warn me
I will conform
To a world of beauty
A world that can’t stand still
Frost on the window
Crack in the glass
An empty promise
There is no turning back
This is the last time
I will see that smile
February made me shiver
Condemned me to, the darkest winter
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4. |
Tonight
04:33
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5. |
Wed 3am (take 1)
03:15
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Wednesday morning 3 a.m.
Accepting what she’s known so long
Her bags packed by the door it’s time to go
One last time she looks around
The ghosts who live here settle down
Wave to her as she steps through the door
Leaving’s always easy
It’s the staying gone that’s hard
The devil and his details holding out that calling card
Leaving’s never hard
It’s the tugging on your heart
The whisper of the wind that tells you,
You can’t,
Forget where you start
Miles and miles to go til dawn
She’s been down this road before
Just ahead she’ll find the county line
About this time she turns around
Let’s her gaze fall on this town
She pitys those who never get this far
Leaving’s always easy
It’s the staying gone that’s hard
The devil and his details holding out that calling card
Leaving’s never hard
It’s the tugging on your heart
The whisper of the wind that tells you,
You can’t,
Forget where you start
The Road treats her so badly
The only things she knows
Is in the morning when the sun comes up
She’ll be headed home
Once more
Sunday morning once again
A bible firmly in her hands
The demons at the door all know her name
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6. |
Wed 3am (take 2)
03:12
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Wednesday morning 3 a.m.
Accepting what she’s known so long
Her bags packed by the door it’s time to go
One last time she looks around
The ghosts who live here settle down
Wave to her as she steps through the door
Leaving’s always easy
It’s the staying gone that’s hard
The devil and his details holding out that calling card
Leaving’s never hard
It’s the tugging on your heart
The whisper of the wind that tells you,
You can’t,
Forget where you start
Miles and miles to go til dawn
She’s been down this road before
Just ahead she’ll find the county line
About this time she turns around
Let’s her gaze fall on this town
She pitys those who never get this far
Leaving’s always easy
It’s the staying gone that’s hard
The devil and his details holding out that calling card
Leaving’s never hard
It’s the tugging on your heart
The whisper of the wind that tells you,
You can’t,
Forget where you start
The Road treats her so badly
The only things she knows
Is in the morning when the sun comes up
She’ll be headed home
Once more
Sunday morning once again
A bible firmly in her hands
The demons at the door all know her name
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7. |
This Time Tomorrow
05:11
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8. |
Ready for the Show
03:59
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9. |
Tonight (alternate take)
04:43
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10. |
Observance
04:03
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Can somebody tell me
What it is that I’m seeing
Cause right now I don’t believe my eyes
So much pain, so much sorrow
Bring their promise to tomorrow
A promise, you hope would be a lie
If a picture paints a thousand words
We have the ones we need
But the words I want escape me
Like they’re borne away by thieves
The scale’s too great to comprehend
The price the final cost
For each life has it’s meaning
It’s damage and it ‘s loss
Can somebody tell me
What it is that we’re learning
A lesson here should not be hard to mind
Prayers are offered for the fallen
Wrapped in tears, voices calling
Raised for those we still hope we may find
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