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Our days they are numbered out one at a time
It's no secret that I live 100 behind
Holed up in the past or some dream that I had in my sleep
Though my legs they will catch up as fast as they can
They cannot control who I hold in my hands
So I letter and song to a drum that's offbeat with my feet

All the things we'll never say boiling up inside of me
Need a place to stretch their legs
Run around if just pretend
Lest their be conceived a doubt
Giving birth to eager mouths
Hold it fast or let it fade
As she slowly walks away
I know what time it is

There's a timing I’m sure for a start and an end
Sometimes we don’t notice sometimes we pretend And busy ourselves with the dishes the dancing the drink

But emptiness speaks and the clock never lies
And you can't hear her voice from 100 behind
Holed up in the past or some dream that you had in your sleep

All the things we'll never say boiling up inside of me
Need a place to stretch their legs
Run around if just pretend
Lest their be conceived a doubt
Giving birth to eager mouths
Hold it fast or let it fade
As she slowly walks away
I know what time it is

Our days they are numbered out one at a time
It's no secret that I live 100 behind
Holed up in the past or some dream that I had in my sleep
Though my legs they will catch up as fast as they can
They cannot control who I hold in my hands
So I letter and song to a drum that's offbeat with my feet

All the things we'll never say boiling up inside of me
Need a place to stretch their legs
Run around if just pretend
Lest their be conceived a doubt
Giving birth to eager mouths
Hold it fast or let it fade
As she slowly walks away
I know what time it is

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from American Hotel, released July 17, 2010

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