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WAILIN' JENNYS >> Merchandise Links
WAILIN' JENNYS
(Nicky Mehta) Across that river through the orange squares of light Past the streetlamp like a beacon in the rain You've stopped in all this motion You're heavy with news too sudden You're breathing through this undertow of pain And all your friends will gather soon And you'll surface then to bring them through You'll say "it's better this way" and "at least we knew" But this practice in leaving All these small moves to grieving Does it ever really promise what's deserved? You want to take him in your arms And carry to the river Find the boy he once was and row him home You want a majesty restored Find the place where love was born and let him go Many Sundays passed since the day of his first leaving You stopped asking for the rule to be reversed And with the grace that follows those who know what love is You held his hand and walked towards this strange rebirth And as the friends gather round to bear witness You struggle with the fight to find some peace, to make it worth it You want to take him in your arms And carry to the river Find the boy he once was and row him home You want a majesty restored Find the place where love was born and let him go Let him go
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