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Album: Paper Sun
I sit by the window, cup warm in my hands.
Outside the sky is the color of sand.
I'm so tired of being stuck inside,
all closed up, I want to open wide.
It's time I left this barren ground.
I've been here too long and it's wearing me down.
It's time I found another road.
It's time I pulled my parachute out.
Everybody talks of tragedy,
The world is dying they say, Can't you see?
But I'm looking out at the sparrow on the line
and the wind that's blowing the back yard pine.
And now the light is full, clear across the hills.
Winter is coming and I've got the chills.
But it's time I left this winter coat.
It's time I pulled my parachute out.
Been down this road a hundred times,
it just goes on for miles and miles.
But I think it's time that I moved on,
what's done is done, what's gone is gone.
I want to leave this weary world behind
like the blackbirds sailing off across the sky.
I can't keep living with all this doubt.
It's only ever tired me out.
And there's a little girl spinning in the back yard,
I want to open like that—it's not so hard.
It's time I remembered what it's all about.
It's time I pulled my parachute out.
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