Trey Anastasio. Home. Zeneszám

If you've had too much
And your eyes can't see,
Press the pedal further down
And get yourself to me.

If the shadow grows
And covers up your smile,
We can keep the night at bay
With matches for a while.

So hollow -
This darkness could be filled
With poetry.
We'll sing all the could-nots.
When days crumble,
I'm here for you.

And from the crack between
The door and floor
You'll see I have what you need
When the night leaks
Slowly through,
Puts its hand on you.

Slowly
Slowly
Coming home
Coming home

And we'll get there
And we'll get there
And we'll get there

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