Tracks I Couldn’t Follow by BullDurham

I met bright faces in the doorway, they smiled and called it right
But none could mirror that first morning, that held you in the light
("that first light…")
So I learned to give a portion, and called that portion love
( "portion love…")

All my roads were mapped to searching, I wore the lines like sighs
I loved with hands that weren't quite ready, and told the softest lies
("softest lies…")
I kept a corner of the morning, a memory I'd defend
And every time I opened up, I left a piece to mend
("left to mend…")

I held another's hand and promised, but my words ran thin and cold
The echo of that earlier wonder, kept threading through the fold
("through the fold…")
I told myself the next would soften, that time would heal the seam
But the pattern kept its quiet edge, and slipped beyond the dream
("slipped the dream…")

They asked for more than I had counted, they wanted every day
I tried to pay in uncertain measures, and saw my colors fray
("colors fray…")
So I kept the honest fragments, and learned to walk away
("walk away…")

All my tracks led back to looking, for a face I could not find
I gave the ones who loved me less, and left the best behind
("left behind…")
I carried small apologies, like coins with worn-out rims
And every tender tender pleading, fell short of what she'd been
("fell short…")

[Solo]
("ooh…")

I sealed a dozen small regrets, tied off the letters I could not send
I learned to soldier through the mornings, and keep the truth from bend
("truth unbent…")
If time can teach a wiser measure, I'll try to learn its tune
("learn the tune…")

All my roads were lit for looking, I chased a shadow bright
I left enough to keep another, but never held it right
("never right…")
I carry now the smaller candles, the pieces I can save
I learn to love in steadier ways, and walk a humbler grave
("walk the grave…")

("ahhh… / move…")

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I spent the years on empty platforms, waiting trains that never came I chased the shape of an old laughter, and learned to name the pain ("learn the pain…") I tried to find the same soft mornings, the way your light would fall But every road turned stranger-handed, and every welcome small ( "small welcome…") I met bright faces in the doorway, they smiled and called it right But none could mirror that first morning, that held you in the light ("that first light…") So I learned to give a portion, and called that portion love ( "portion love…") All my roads were mapped to searching, I wore the lines like sighs I loved with hands that weren't quite ready, and told the softest lies ("softest lies…") I kept a corner of the morning, a memory I'd defend And every time I opened up, I left a piece to mend ("left to mend…") I held another's hand and promised, but my words ran thin and cold The echo of that earlier wonder, kept threading through the fold ("through the fold…") I told myself the next would soften, that time would heal the seam But the pattern kept its quiet edge, and slipped beyond the dream ("slipped the dream…") They asked for more than I had counted, they wanted every day I tried to pay in uncertain measures, and saw my colors fray ("colors fray…") So I kept the honest fragments, and learned to walk away ("walk away…") All my tracks led back to looking, for a face I could not find I gave the ones who loved me less, and left the best behind ("left behind…") I carried small apologies, like coins with worn-out rims And every tender tender pleading, fell short of what she'd been ("fell short…") [Solo] ("ooh…") I sealed a dozen small regrets, tied off the letters I could not send I learned to soldier through the mornings, and keep the truth from bend ("truth unbent…") If time can teach a wiser measure, I'll try to learn its tune ("learn the tune…") All my roads were lit for looking, I chased a shadow bright I left enough to keep another, but never held it right ("never right…") I carry now the smaller candles, the pieces I can save I learn to love in steadier ways, and walk a humbler grave ("walk the grave…") ("ahhh… / move…")

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