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Somewhere in the Middle
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North of Juliaetta, where the road starts winding
Crest a little summit where there’s one lone pine tree
Look for the mailbox by the rusty wheel
Up at the top, there’re miles of wheat fields
Down at the bottom lies Little Bear Creek
Somewhere in the middle is a home-cooked meal
Well, the first Thanksgiving that I remember
Had an old wood stove and lousy weather
That stove is still burning, the pies are still good
But I got older and the work got harder
Digging fencepost holes with my chicken arms
Tying that log chain, splitting that wood
Driving that tractor when they said I could
They say when summer finally comes it takes 24 hours
For ankle-deep mud to reach a fine dust powder
Take it all in, breathe it all out
Storms in the winter might snow you in,
But you grab another log and fill the kettle to the brim
Drink it in deeply, let it settle down
North of Juliaetta, where the clouds run sideways
Chase ’em all day on a two-lane highway
Wait for the sunset, it’s her show to steal
Up at the top, you can still see worry
Down at the bottom gets a little bit blurry
Somewhere in the middle is a home-cooked meal
Somewhere in the middle...
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We Had Reasons
02:33
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Faceless roads in fading light
No claws, no fangs, no sound, no fear
Dream all night of new excuses
Keep ’em all as souvenirs
I remember, we had reasons
Shame it isn’t any use
Towns like this will cheapen people
Most of what you hear is true
Heart was decent, spirit dampened
Morals someplace in between
All your heroes end up battered
Only way that you’ll get clean
Squalls and squawks and growls and mutters
Candles from a kitchen drawer
Wipe your feet and drop a button
Pick your battles, skip the war
Dark outside, but we knew better
Low stone wall, the blind was open
Rang the bell and slipped the safety
Put that anger into motion
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Go
03:07
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I’m the need you did not pack,
You’re gonna miss me down the track,
But you hit the trail and won’t look back
I’m the need you did not pack
I’m the path you did not take,
My boom or bust you did forsake
You won’t know and it’s too late
I’m the path you did not take
High on a mountain, valley below
You put one foot in front of the other
And you go, you just go
I’m the beast you did not meet,
Feel my eyes and fear my teeth
Who can say just what I’ve seen?
I’m the beast you did not meet
I’m the dad you never had,
Open arms, your biggest fan
I can’t say what’s good or bad
I’m the dad you never had
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Miles to Row
03:07
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Evening winds begin to hit the lowlands
Keep your focus sharp and hunker down
Darkness dropping closer every moment
Not a lot of time to mess around
Dig in hard, dig in deep
We have miles to row before we sleep
Take a turn, take an oar
But know we can’t go back there anymore
Morning news spreads quickly through the country
Could have seen this coming if I’d wanted to
Darkness holding steady on the side streets
Not a lot of time to think it through
What do you do when you can’t do it on your own?
You have to choose to keep on rowing
And hope that she will keep on rowing
And then the next seat keeps on rowing
And if we all just keep on rowing…
Dig in hard, dig in fast
We have miles to row while the moments pass
Take a turn, take an oar
But know we can’t go back there anymore
No, we can’t go back there anymore…
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February Face
03:16
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Let me sing you all a story
’Bout a man that I know well
He took a chance out in the open
Brought his heart to show-and-tell
She was not like any other,
But then who among us is?
She was not a Sunday picnic,
And maybe not the one for him
She’s got a hot August temper,
Cold November eyes
January blood running through her veins
She comes in like a lion, goes out like one too
I know I should stay away,
But I can’t resist that February face
Have you ever had the feeling
That your mind is not your own?
Lead me not into temptation
Gentle Patience, where have you gone?
Have you ever talked to someone
Who could see right through your soul?
Out of reach, but still before you
Sun will rise, tide will roll
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We March
03:23
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Teacher told me I could be anything I choose
And I tried so hard to keep my options open
Many before me suffered with that same good news,
But I was wrong when I assumed that it was everyone
Now my head knows I ain’t nothing special,
But my heart still wants to believe
And we march with our heads held high
We march when we feel we’re right
We march toward a day we hope is better
As we march toward nothing but ourselves
Now you show me all the pieces that I missed
But no one needs to hear me make up time out loud
So our story sails on farther from that cliff
And I wonder if we end up where we started
We reach for reason and order
Just to push it all away
We float in the dark like a buoy
But we sink in the light like a lie
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These Truths
02:41
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When in the course of human events
You find yourself at a crossroads
Two roads diverge in a yellow wood,
And sometimes you get lost in the process
We hold these truths to be self-evident,
We hold them deep in our chests
But is what makes us great all the things that we’ve done,
Or the thing that we might do next?
We the People of a more-perfect union,
We who continue to grow
We who will reach for that better tomorrow
Be we tired or huddled or poor
When in the course of human events
You seem to lose track of the footsteps
Two roads diverge in a wood, and I
Still hope to make all of the difference
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What makes the old songs old?
Why do they settle in our bones?
Is there something in the source,
Something in the sound?
Just how far back do you think they go?
What makes the long road long?
Why do we push on through the fog?
Is it something in our nature,
Something in our will?
Is it more about the going or the gone?
What makes the good times good?
Some memories shine brighter than the others ever could
Is it something ’bout the people
Something ’bout the work?
Is it knowing that we made it through the woods?
What makes a true love true?
How do you know when it’s found you?
Is it something in the feeling,
Something in the stars?
Is it something that just anyone can do?
What makes the old songs old?
Some melodies never grow cold
Can we reach back through the years,
Reach across the miles?
Do we sing because we have no other choice?
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Wes Weddell Seattle, Washington
For the past twenty years, Wes Weddell has worked multiple shifts in the engine room of Seattle’s roots music scene as frontman, sideman, writer, teacher, and community-builder. "Always heartfelt and well-constructed" ("Seattle Weekly"), listeners have come to expect Weddell's songs to "speak for themselves" ("No Depression"). ... more
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