Risk of Change

I don't know much, but I know you
 You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two
 The house all trashed, the wine uncorked
 Maybe I should call you when I get back from New York
 The barlife strays along your street
 Poor girl's got a cough and that man's checking out my feet
 They look for signs and they make plans
 To forge for the better good of all those children in their hands hands hands hands
 Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange
 All boils down to a risk of change
 Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange
 All boils down to a risk of change
 Change
 
 The midnight shoppers stretch for miles
 Bundled up all coffee cups and cigarettes and smiles
 I search the stars across your chart
 Through the constellation of your hands, your head, your heart
 This city's tiring out my feet
 Penny rolls a joint, and all the men who pass smell sweet
 Oh penny I can't win this race
 Boy you are like Jeff and you must walk to that dark place place place place
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 Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange
 All boils down to a risk of change
 Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange
 All boils down to a risk of change
 Your pretty eyes cut like the devil through my brain
 They're so smooth, so sharp, so strange
 Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange
 All boils down to a risk of change
 Change
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 I think I'll sleep alone tonight
 Cuz babe we both know I could never love you right
 The house all trashed, the wine uncorked
 Maybe I should call you when I get back from New York
 You've got your barbs, you've got your stones
 Pool them in your pockets with the ox meat and the bones
 I've got my bags, I'm on my way
 Cruising like a bandit 'neath the dark Northwestern day
 I don't know much, but I know you
 You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two
 I've got my wings, I'm on my way
 Cruising and communing with the vine to meet the Saints
 The river sleeps alone tonight
 Tucked around those cities that will never treat her right
 I've got my wings, I'm on my way
 To cruise and commune with the vine and the spirits and the Saints
 Saints, Yajé, Yajé, yes
 
 Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange
 All boils down to a risk of change
 Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange
 All boils down to a risk of change
 Your pretty eyes cut like the jewels on your pretty frame
 And you're pretty hot, and you're pretty cool and you're pretty strange
 Pick up the pieces of my life and rearrange it
 All boils down, it all boils down
 To a risk of change