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  1. Where You Live Where You Die

From the recording Songs From Room 421

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Where You Live Where You Die
by Bobby Cameron

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Written by Jamie Oppenheimer / Shauna Leigh Taylor / Bobby Cameron

OFF A WIND-WEATHERED BACKROAD ON THE ALBERTA PLAINS
THE ROAD GOES FOREVER AND IT ALL LOOKS THE SAME
SILOS AND WHEAT FIELDS, A HUNDRED ROLLS OF HAY
A PATCHED BROKEN FARMHOUSE LEANS INTO THE DAY

THE FRONT PORCH SAGGING LONG PAST NEEDING PAINT
SURROUNDED BY A TORN UP FIELD OF FARM MACHINERY
IT SEEMS TO BE VACANT BUT THERE’S A TRUCK PARKED IN THE DRIVE
IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, WHERE YOU LIVE AND WHERE YOU DIE

WHERE YOU LIVE AND WHERE YOU DIE
WHERE YOU REST, WHERE YOU RISE
IN WAITING ROOMS AND EMPTY HALLS, MOTELS, DIRTY DIVES
NEON LIGHT SALVATION SUCKS THE COLOUR FROM YOUR EYES
WHERE YOU LIVE AND WHERE YOU DIE

PERCHED ON A BARREN ROCK A LODGE ON THE BAY
BRANDY-PLIED ARISTOCRATS CAME TO FISH AND PLAY
AN AUTUMN BREATH OF SILENCE WHISPERS THROUGH THE GREY
SEABIRDS CIRCLE HIGH ABOVE, LIGHT BLEEDS FROM THE DAY

WHERE YOU LIVE AND WHERE YOU DIE
WHERE YOU REST, WHERE YOU RISE
WHERE THE DESERT’S BURIED SECRETS SILENTLY SURVIVE
IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
WHERE YOU LIVE, WHERE YOU DIE

MY NETHERWORLD MY RESTLESS SOUL
MY CROSSROADS WITH NO SIGNS
I WRESTLE WITH MY ANXIOUSNESS
AS THESE GHOSTS OF TIME DRIFT BY

I SEE YOU IN THE KITCHEN NO FIGHT LEFT IN YOUR EYES
AND IN YOUR RESIGNATION YOUR RESOLUTION DIES
NOTHING I CAN SAY OR DO WILL MAKE YOU REALIZE
WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
WHERE WE LIVE, WHERE WE DIE

WHERE YOU LIVE AND WHERE YOU DIE
WHERE YOU REST, WHERE YOU RISE
IN WAITING ROOMS AND EMPTY HALLS, MOTELS, DIRTY DIVES
NEON LIGHT SALVATION SUCKS THE COLOUR FROM YOUR EYES

WHERE YOU LIVE AND WHERE YOU DIE
WHERE YOU REST, WHERE YOU RISE
WHERE THE DESERT’S BURIED SECRETS SILENTLY SURVIVE
IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
WHERE YOU LIVE, WHERE YOU DIE

OFF A WIND-WEATHERED BACKROAD ON THE ALBERTA PLAINS

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