I know who you are old man keep running
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I caught your trail as you left the pines
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Out into the fields where you couldn't hide nowhere
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Just a thin stitch up against the rising line
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And up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling
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Up through the blue I knew the star were tumbling
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I know who you are old man keep running
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I tracked you down by the look in the eyes
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Of a thousand gone faces pressed against their windows
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Horses hiding in the willows 'til the storm passed by
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And a fine gray dust seemed to settle on the future
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A fine gray dust seemed to settle in between
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Your hat and the dapple of my appaloosa
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The only living things that I could see
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And up through the blue I knew that stars were tumbling
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Up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling
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I know who you are old man keep running
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I walked across the bottom of the lake below
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Your boat and did you know that when you landed I was watching
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As the sky turned dark as the eyes of a foal
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And I'll know you by the shift of the wind in the cobwebs
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The sawdust swirls in the fins of the bullheads
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The craters that you made when you lay down dreaming
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Strange constellations that you gave new meaning
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By the teeth marks you made on bones from the ice age
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Then smell of the cinder burning slow in your rib cage
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Listen in the distance and you'll hear my shadow
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Footsteps soft as the tread of an echo
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And up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling
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Up through the blue I knew the stars were tumbling
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And the ground will open out into a mouth below us
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And the mouth will open out into the empty sky
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And the whistle as we hurtle through the halls of onyx
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The only sound around us as we go by
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And I'll follow you out through the wells of charcoal
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Moonlit stones around the cones of a black hole
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Through the fields where grow the ever and forever
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The tessellated blooms with the voids at their centers
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Through the million rooms in a bead of luminescence
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The filaments on the looms of dimension
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The pillars of creation where they make the planets
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The billion tiny teeth that tear the charge from your atoms
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In a trillion tiny bites they'll eat the meat from the pearl
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And throw your soul away a cold grey little world
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And nothing that is hidden will be revealed
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And nothing that is hidden will be revealed
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And nothing that is hidden will be revealed
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The Remnant (Remix)
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Josh Ritter |