Marshall McLean: songs and lyrics

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I worked at a bakery in Missoula, Mt for alittle while once. on a few mornings in winter I would get up at 4am and walk 2 miles to work. The trail that I walked on was next to the river. I wrote these words to pass the cold and time as I walked.

come on morning, come on read from your script, come on, run my circuit, just get it over with, come on eyes, open wide, come on feet on the floor, now I'm walking out the door, come on hands, what are you holding? is it worth all your time? is it worth them unfolding?
I've been running for too long, its been stretching me too thin, I've been wearing out the road, and they say it never ends.

so where's the life I lost in living? where's the music in the sound? where's the gift I lost in giving, to these things I run myself around? come on wear me down, come on break my fall, just be another mark on my wall.

come on faith get some bruises, you blushed when I told you, your the currency love uses, come on pain, pick a side, you're killing from both ends and we've got no place to hide...

and I don't know what it is and I don't know how it ends but the story's raging on before the book really begins, and they'll know us by our noises like an engine and a horn, there's no snow on the metel cause the hood is always warm, and I spend my time reaching so I've got no time to hold, and I'm still so young, but I feel so old