1. |
Cold rain poured down for thirty-six hours |
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Black Creek rose up and
washed out the bridge |
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We were safe in the cabin, without heat
or power |
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No food in the cupboard, not much in the
fridge |
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chorus |
The lights went out. The phone went dead. |
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We didn't care: we ate pickles and bread |
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2. |
The cabin grew cold when the north wind
howled |
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We lit a fire of scrub oak and pine |
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In a tangle of blankets in front of the
couch |
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We spent the night with our bodies entwined |
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chorus |
The lights went out. The phone went dead. |
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We didn't care: we spent hours in bed |
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Were we ever that young? Were we ever
in love? |
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Did we ever swear by the stars up above? |
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Did we ever say, "Till death do us
part"? |
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Where does love go when it leaves a cold
heart? |
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3. |
I still live in that place at the end
of the line |
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You've gone to Nashberg or somewhere,
I'm told |
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And I still light fires of scrub oak and
pine |
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When the winter rains come and the cabin
grows cold |
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chorus |
The lights go out. The phone goes dead. |
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There's a picture of you by the side of
my bed |
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The lights go out. The phone goes dead. |
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Nobody warms your side of the bed |
