We Die Rich...

"We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers, fears we've hidden in."

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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

If only it were that easy...

There's no talking to this man
There's no pretty other side
There's no way to understand
The stupid words of pride
It would take an acrobat
And I already tried all that
I’m gonna let him fly

Things can move at such a pace
The second hand just waved goodbye
You know the light has left his face
But you can’t recall just where or why
So there was really nothing to it
I just went and cut right through it
I said I’m gonna let him fly

There’s no mercy in a live wire
No rest at all in freedom
Choices we are given
Are no choice at all
The proof is in the fire
You touch before it moves away
But you must always know
How long to stay and when to go

And there's no talking to this man
He’s been trying to tell me so
It took a while to understand
The beauty of just letting go
Cause it would take an acrobat
And I already tried all that

I’m gonna let him fly - fly - fly
I'm gonna let him fly - fly- fly
I'm gonna let him fly

~Patty Griffin

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