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Striker Wheel

from Somewhere Moving by Great Gale

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I could tell there was no changing his mind, but I tried
and in life there’s hardly second chances so I stopped to talk him down
I stuck my ear to the ground to listen for the rumbling of the tracks, but all I heard was
the flicker of his thumb over the striker wheel
As the ashes from his cigarette fell, I heard the drums stop beating
and the whistle of the siren down the street
He told me of his history and all the secrets in between
I tried my best to listen, but there was a feeling in the way

Before they lay me down.
Before they lay me down.

I remember visiting hours, last room on the right
Marching past the nurses station just to get to see him
with barely a pulse. I took his hand left hanging through his sleep
and I waited for the sound of silence before I gathered up my things
I waited for every last exhale to leave
as our history was laid to rest.

We had so many dreams, but only so few chances. There were ashes at our feet. There were colors rising up. Maybe we did too much taking. Maybe we did too much taking. Maybe we did too much taking, but there’s no color in your cheeks. We spent so many days to get here. Maybe we did too much taking. Maybe we did too much taking. I heard the drums stop beating, I heard the drums stop beating.

Before they lay me down.
Before they lay me down.
Before they lay me down.
Before they lay me down.
Before they lay me down.
Before they lay me down.
Before they lay me down.
Before they lay me down.

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from Somewhere Moving, released December 18, 2015

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