HALVING THE COMPASS

Think of this as a country song
A drunken roll through all the little things
Like you asleep in my arms as the grass turns green
And never married, but we should've been

Think of this as a happy song
Friends and family scattered here and there
You can find the pictures everywhere
So let me in on what you're thinking of

This is not to lock you up with a song
This is not to lock you up in a song
This is not to lock up up with a song
Take it inside
Take it with you when you go
Take it inside
Take it with you when you go

Think of this as the saddest song
Watch them joined until they separate
Nipping and rolling in the morning rain
Then disappearing through the woods again

This is not to lock you up in a song
This is not to lock you up with a song
This is not to lock you up in a song
Take it inside
Take it with you when you go
Take it inside
Take it with you when you go

Take me with whenever you decide
To leave this sick and twisted town behind
They can talk until they fall apart
So take me with when you decide

Written by Michael Whyte
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