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A Window Out
03:26
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New Year’s Eve, and you’re breaking up, on the other end of the line
I know you’re screening your calls these days
I know you think you are sometimes
But you’re not the only one who feels this way
And I think you should give it a little time
Do you think that no one understands just how you feel?
Your room has a window out, does it look down on me?
Does it look down on me?
I took the freeway down to 31st and 3rd,
Walked up seven flights to your apartment door
You’re twenty-five, you have arrived, there’s no one here to hold you back
And somebody’s ceiling is your floor
You’re gonna have to give it a little time
Do you think that no one understands just how you feel?
Your room has a window out, does it look down on me?
Does it look down on me?
Are you still awake tonight, blowing off your phone?
Are you letting it ring? Do you want to be alone?
Are you lying on the floor? Are you holding your breath?
Should I leave this letter for you with no return address?
Do you think that no one understands just how you feel?
Your room has a window out, does it look down on me?
No one understands just how you feel
Your room has a window out, does it look down on me?
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2. |
Suitcase Father
04:20
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You’re driving by the northern stars and a cell phone glow
These precious lights to guide you home
Miles away a mother tries to carry on in spite of you
I thought I saw her from my car window on the avenue
Now that all your friends are gone
and your life’s in boxes waiting on your front lawn
With a minute left to leave this town
and a minute left to burn it down
You’ve got a picture and a paycheck in your hand
Makeshift love for when you don’t understand
and a suitcase father’s weary ball point kiss
Faultlines, plates, and continental drift
And your youngest son still tries to play your part
He wears your suits and ties and tries to mend their broken hearts
He whispers prayers to his Manhattan god and waits for your return
And he’s working out the lessons you haven’t learned
Now that all your friends are gone
and your life’s in boxes waiting on your front lawn
With a minute left to leave this town
and a minute left to burn it down
And one last chance to make it home
and take back the life you called your own
One last chance to make it home
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3. |
If You Go
04:01
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You know you’ve changed, you don’t know how much,
You know your heartstrings are sensitive to the touch
And I know it’s late, it’s too late to drive
So maybe you should take your coat off and come inside
And keep me here beside you
If you go tomorrow morning, if you go to Chicago
If you go to California, if you go
So wrap your arms around me like the Blue Ridge Parkway winds
its way through the Appalachians, two points compose a single line
the planes of space between us, that we could not define
and the angles on your face so delicate and fine
And keep me here beside you
If you go tomorrow morning, if you go to Chicago
If you go to California, if you go, if you go
This is Flyover country for you, but you could stay if you wanted to
This is flyover country for you, this town,
Me I’ll be waiting for you to come back down
If you go to California, if you go to Chicago
If you go tomorrow morning, if you go, if you go
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4. |
Fifteen Percent
03:45
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Fifteen percent is not enough
Eighteen percent is not enough
Not for you, not today, not here in this cheap café
You give me what I ask for
You bring me what I need
and you split the bill for me, so let me bring you up to speed
I don’t want to talk it over
I don’t want to take it slow
I’m not bitter, I’m not sad
About what we might have had
I don’t want to make you nervous
I don’t want to make you mad
I think that it’s behind us now
And I think you should know
I’d like the check, please
And I’d like to go
Now if I give you an apology will you give me my change?
Or just stare back and act like you and I are still the same
see I’m not looking for your attention
And you don’t have to mention
That night we feel asleep on your front lawn
And this awkward silence just keeps on and on
I don’t want to talk it over
I don’t want to take it slow
I’m not bitter, I’m not sad
About what we might have had
I don’t want to make you nervous
I don’t want to make you mad
I think I deserved better
And you deserve to know
I’d like the check, please
And I’d like to go
Hearts break like porcelain dishes clanging against the floor
but you’ll never find from me what it is you’re looking for
I’m not bitter, I’m not sad
About what we might have had
I don’t want to make you nervous
I don’t want to make you mad
I think that it’s behind us now
I think you need to know
I’d like the check, please
And I’d like to go
I’m not bitter, I’m not sad
About what we might have had
I don’t want to make you nervous
I don’t want to make you mad
I think that it’s behind us now
I think that I deserve better
and you deserve to know
I’d like the check, please
And I’d like to go
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5. |
Autumn Waits
04:54
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Wind back your clocks so the daylight is saved
Sleep it off and be grateful for summers you spent half awake
Put on your raincoat, it’s pouring outside
You know it’s up to you to decide where we go, or just stay at home
Autumn waits, we’ll have to find
Another place, another time,
Another song for you to relate
Autumn waits
Now the downtown street meters all have expired
Only thirty three years and six months until we retire
You and I shouldn’t wander around
Let’s just stay here and live here in this small Southern town,
This once-charming small Southern town
Autumn waits, we’ll have to find
Another place, another time
Another compass to point me straight
Autumn waits
The sun will rise
to the worlds beyond our lives
The sun will rise
to the worlds behind our eyes
I wish I had written the love song you knew
That you sang, and I wish I had hidden this line just for you
Autumn waits for you
Autumn waits
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Justin Karpinos Nashville, Tennessee
I'm a songwriter, singer, and instrumentalist in Nashville by way of North Carolina. I sing and play guitar, mandolin, and
lap steel with a few artists and bands as I can.
I'm a sucker for honesty, melody, and a last line that takes your breath away.
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