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Amantha Ray

Bottles lined up across the TV / You binge watch your dreams like you’re on a crime spree
You hear the cars on the gravel outside your door / And you’re ready to leave but you don’t know what for
Mountains they block the horizon round here / So it’s down to the quick stop for some imported beer
That yearbook is tempting….but she ain’t aged well / Too many nights giving you hell
Don’t feel much like moving so you might as well stay / Someday she’ll come back...your Amantha Ray

Got some shifts at the big box out on 29 / Long as you don’t get sick you’ll get along fine
Never needed much sleep them pills help out some / But that ain’t much of nothing where we come from
One and a half years at college...and them loans are like ghosts / Chipping away at the interest at most
You see all these kids out late at the bars / Too dumb to realize how smart they are
A hangover tomorrow...but that don’t stop the day / Someday she’ll come back...your Amantha Ray

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Head in the sky / feet on the ground / Never suspecting a thing
But if she only knew / what you had in mind / She might never have never hocked that ring

Got as far as Boulder…..before she stopped and looked back / With a kid half her age to pick up the slack
Took your mother’s suitcase and your GPS / said she’s looking for something and ain’t found it yet
This town gets in the blood then it boils / We spread out like dry leaves and leave all the spoils
But the stars...they ain’t got the time / To give a damn for what’s yours and what’s mine
Crows-feet and the ones made of clay / Someday she’ll come back...your Amantha Ray

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Maybe we run out of things to say / It stands to reason that things might happen that way
When the stories grow stale like bread in the drawer / And you can’t find nothing there’s always the door
Resistance is futile sayeth the Lord / Especially when you’re 50 and bored
When the things you wanted are already gone / Hit the highway….and stifle a yawn
What the hell does it matter / you’re already grey / Someday she’ll come back...your Amantha Ray

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from Tales From PA 6, released June 21, 2018

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