Messengers

Tell her I'm lost,
 but that's alright,
 'cause after twenty-something years, I can barely walk the line.
 Only messengers can tell her
 how I'm missing her tonight.
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 If you're looking for her,
 she's right down the road.
 She'll be sitting on a swing in the sun
 making stones turn into gold.
 Let her know that the family she knew
 keeps her locket and keys.
 Tell her everything is fine
 and she's missed like the winds miss the trees.
 And if you're searching for her,
 she's out shedding light.
 She's the one you can't miss
 'cause her smile makes the sun seem less bright.
 But if you find her, be still
 tell her everything about the time you've killed.
 Let her know that the bad times will pass
 and I miss her like hell.
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 Tell her I'm lost,
 but that's alright,
 'cause after twenty-something years, I can barely walk the line.
 Only messengers can tell her how I'm missing her tonight.
 If you're searching for worth,
 you'll find it with her,
 but she'll ask for your trust
 'cause it's hard being shown how to learn.
 So let her know that the stars haven't moved;
 God, I hope they're the same.
 Tell her life could be worse,
 and I'm trying my best now to change.
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 Tell her I'm lost,
 but that's alright,
 'cause after twenty-something years, I can barely walk the line.
 Only messengers can tell her how I'm missing her tonight.
 But if it's after the dawn,
 be sure you're alone,
 'cause she's the kind best enjoyed like a pool under cottonwoods and stones.
 So let her laugh wash you clean,
 like the rains on the tilted window panes.
 Give her everything and more,
 and she'll give you the world in exchange.
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 Tell her I'm lost,
 but that's alright,
 'cause after twenty-something years, I can barely walk the line.
 Only messengers can tell her how I'm missing her tonight.
 And tell her everything is good,
 but I miss how her eyes would take me home.
 And tell her life is getting faster
 and I miss the way she'd make you move so slow.
 And tell her how I'm still alive
 and how I wish I was something I could boast.
 'Cause I'm up in the sky now
 and the stars have never seemed this close.
 
 Tell her I'm lost,
 but that's alright,
 'cause after twenty-something years, I can barely walk the line.
 Only messengers can tell her how I'm missing her tonight.
 So if you're looking for love,
 she's right down the road.
 She'll be sitting on a swing in the sun
 making stones turn to gold.