Compass Rose-Chris Pureka

[ti:Compass Rose] [ar:Chris Pureka] [al:Dryland] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Compass Rose - Chris Pureka [00:42.74]Well I'm lost today I'm almost wandering [00:46.98]Back to the door that slammed in my face [00:50.21]Oh but here I am here I am here I stay [00:54.38] [01:01.68]But when will the street signs stop pointing west [01:05.40] [01:05.92]When will my thoughts stop drifting like smoke [01:09.63]Over the ridge to the trail we used to walk [01:13.48] [01:20.57]Oh does it sound familiar [01:23.23] [01:23.89]The whole thing fades to black [01:27.16] [01:27.73]And then you're waiting waiting for it to burn again [01:34.10] [01:53.27]Well I'm lost today I wont' deny it [01:56.75]I'm going to lay down and wait for the compass rose [02:01.57]Under my skin to start to glow [02:05.02] [02:11.97]But look how the sun has painted the trees [02:15.90]All these colors never known to them [02:18.42]Colors never know to their leaves [02:20.83]I'd like to sing like that [02:24.54] [02:31.13]Oh does it sound familiar [02:34.64]The whole thing fades to black [02:37.93] [02:38.47]And then you're waiting waiting for it to burn again [02:44.59] [02:45.71]But I know that someday someday [02:51.07]I'll offer up the song I was made to play [02:58.35]Until even the mocking birds [03:01.73] [03:04.38]Don't know what to say [03:07.65]And the mornings just make sense sense oh yeah [03:14.15] [03:18.48]And where the dawn went I don't know [03:22.13] [03:25.76]Just hang a white flag out the window [03:30.70] [03:31.78]Until the sunlight shines through it [03:37.98]Well is it morning yet [03:41.30] [03:54.66]I'm lost today here I am wandering [03:58.25] [03:58.77]It's late and I'm sure noticing [04:02.32]The crook of my arm is lonely [04:05.33] [04:06.06]But look how the snow has painted the town [04:09.52]So that all of the street light [04:11.35]Is dancing dancing around [04:14.04]I'd like to love like that [04:18.16] [04:24.63]Does it sound familiar [04:27.87] [04:31.22]But I know that someday someday [04:36.21]I'll offer up my Sunday afternoons [04:43.87]Until the rocking chairs have gone [04:50.36]And worn right through the paint on the porch floor [04:56.11] [04:56.81]And we're grey and grey and gone gone gone [05:01.78]Gone gone gone