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SLOAN lyrics : "at the edge of the scene"

(J. Ferguson/Sloan)




Well you've got your bags together


And you're off into the new world

The mother is impatient


With four sons


She wanted four girls

The father's wrapped in memories


Of European relations


Counting flurries on the window

As he dials another station


Coming home




It's black upon black


He's still cutting the track


Old Ireland's heart

May still call him back


At the edge of the scene


The old glasses were round

The siren is heard


It's the cue for his sound




Alright


Well alright




As sovereign of all


He's likely second to none


Well, the change is complex

And it's only take one


At the edge of the scene


He's revered by the most

Not just under our feet


But from here to the coast




Alright


Well alright




The ties that are loose


Are the ones that he binds





If we wander off track

Well, he'll keep us aligned


At the edge of the scene

Not unlike in D.C.

It's the sound from down there


Years ago set him free




Alright

Well alright




My story is tame

No its not very wild

Expectations were debated

For this only child


At the end of the scene

When our secret's revealed

You know it's my life


And it's the way that I feel



Alright

Well alright




When you're miles above Pacific Ocean waters without angel's

Wings will help with getting closer


When my headphone chord untangles

Oh pilot, can you hear me

Our destination beckons

Counting raindrops on the windshield


Yet skies are clear he reckons

For tonight



Yeah...






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