It's made a fractured line
Looks like it's from God
Maybe God was my dog
Time to pull out my paints
Brand new canvas, get things straight
There are no lines here
Double rainbows make Great Lakes
Koda spoke Anishinaabe
She is a keeper
Let her open
Everywhere I see is stress
Wonder what we gon' lose next
Well it won't be sweet love 'cause
It's my lesson, it's my teacher
Malcolm X or Martin Luther
And I am neither
Perfect world what is this
Does it even exist
And would I live there?
If I can learn to be alone
I will always have a home
Give it all you got
Give it all you got
All you've gained and all you've lost
And that's a lot
Yeah, that's a lot
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Know the road like dharma bums
From the Catskills toward San Juan
With just an atlas
Well it was magic
Thank you Paul for those directions
Over the bridge or Indian Ocean
Those troubled waters, no longer silenced
In the dream in Uluru I heard brumbies singing to me
And casting lines to Palestine
Aotearoa my Wairua
It's nice to know life like that
From the mauna Standing Rock
There were moments I got lost
Denominators, so fuck the haters
Pa'a ka, down Ecuador
Standing room on the jungle floor
Can't take our language
Can't drink the oil
Lost a baby, lost a friend
Some days my family's lost again
To the trauma to the war
That's how I learned to be alone
Coming from a broken home
That's how I learned to be alone
Coming from a broken home
Give me all you've got
Give me all you've got
We'll make stories, we'll make love
And that's enough
Yeah, that's a lot
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We'll make stories, we'll make love
And that's a lot
Yeah, that's a lot