The Range Lyrics by Rise Twain
It’s cold up on the range
Where the tidings are gone and…
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It’s cold up on the range
Where the tidings are gone and…
Whatdid we learn from chipping windowsills?
We see the leaden road scar lovely hills?
The pounding of your viscera is it starting to fade?
The distance now between us, is it much too late?
She was ably undone and wondered what she’d wished
All the pretty girls sing of pretty things they’ve missed
I faced the wasted road that you’re on
It wasn’t real – to steal all your time
Pick out the stars
Bet on the sparring beams
There’s a story on the backroom door
It’s marked, carved, and sanctified in sweet denial