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Beacon In The Distance - Hanalei
In an attic apartment in Iowa in a bed too big for one
You fall asleep eighth the stereo on when the days was done
On a hardwood floor in Memphis with a hangover and rain
I laid there in my sleeping bag and heard the walls whisper your name
I missed you in Minnesota with a map drawn on my chest
My hands kept driving south my thoughts raced Midwest
This fall will be all phone calls and postcards
And I wish you were here's
Last night the streetlights they painted on October ice
And your face appeared
I got dead drunk and dreamed of you down in new Orleans
You sting just like 151 and
You burn just like Jim beam you've got Virginia's good looks and Carolinian charm
If you were Florida I'd be the sea and carry you afloat in my arms
In a basement flat in Chicago in a bed too small for two
I'm holding this bear up six string when I should be holding you
This fall will be all phone calls and postcards
And I wish you were here's
Last night the streetlights they painted on October ice
And your face appeared
This fall will be all phone calls and postcards
And I wish you were here's
Last night the streetlights they painted on October ice
And your face appeared
