I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel
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Trying to stay ahead a morning as time came running with us
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And she beat us to the finish as we ran through the fields
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You were born in the city and you didn't recognise me
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Your beauty unexpected like a flower in the concrete
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Some gods far below the worlds undiscovered
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Set you up to ruin temples to find me on the streets
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I'm an alias of who I am a counterfeited fake
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In the picture I am kneeling like a dying saint jerome
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Hurling rocks at the demons who tried to come too near
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Till you came in and possessed me now I feel at home
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I remember the time I walked for seven hours
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And thought about the people I had known for so long
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All the castles I had built of of fine and precious sand
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Till you came in like the tide now I don't care that they are gone
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As we floated up the river I translated the verses
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That were written on memorials for the ships that had sank
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And I thought about the people that traded sinking for uncertainty
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And drowned because of loneliness before they reached the banks
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On a beach near Barcelona the young girls cry for mary
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And they bury earthen vessels in the rocks by the sea
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I am sending out a bottle with a prayer upon the waves
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That you'll find inside my picture and your memory will unfold me
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We were talking about a trip that I had taken to the canyons
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And you told me of a river that had cut through time
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Leaving only the pictures of long dead sons and daughters
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And you told that the paintings looked a lot like mine
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I try and watch myself to see what I am saying
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But my heart is on my collar and I'm asking you to take it
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I don't want to go back to the way things were before
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Before the dawn turns into morning I want you there to break it
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And a thousand years from now when our names are just a memory
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And poets have recorded what happened in the past
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Lovers loving in the night will find our forms in constellations
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Seekers seeking for salvation will find our stories in the stained glass
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A boy in the city who has never seen the morning
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As he's running arm in arm with you through the fields
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Will be caught unexpected by a flower in the concrete
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It will all return again just like a potter's wheel
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Potter's Wheel
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Josh Ritter |