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Crossing town late on Sunday
Hours wearing on, but I feel fine
Yeah, I’m all right
Staring down this lonely highway
Which used to be our only peace of mind
My, how we tried!

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The nights like those
I wonder why we did it
And the nights like these
I wish that we’d had time for more
As I’m seeking out my own suspicious calling
I know yours is waiting just off-shore

Wrote myself a long letter
Taught myself a song or two in time
And one more night
Spent inside a weary dream that’s
Seen itself abused and left outside,
But she still shines

As I wrestle with my own suspicious calling...

When I met you, I said: “Hey there, Honey”
As I recall you sent it back
And just like in those songs we used to listen to
All I wanted changed like that

Sunday faded into Monday
Tuesday faded into next July
And here am I
Trying to get the handle of me
Wishing we got this far side-by-side,
But I get by

As I sanctify my own suspicious calling...

As I satisfy my own suspicious calling...

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from Songs to Get You From Here to There, released December 6, 2006
WW: 30 strings’-worth of guitars, vocals, bass
Brian Hoskins: organ
David Bush: drums & percussion

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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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