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Ani Difranco Revelling Reckoning Disc 2

The sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey. I feel right at home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way. I smoke and I drink and

Imagine that I'm on stage under a watchtower of punishing light. And in the haze is your face bathed in shadow and what's beyond you is hidden from sight

I'll sing you a song that starts out descriptive And locates a time and a place Like a dinner table where a whole family Is just sitting down to say

all you could talk about And I think I felt a little left out You were on cloud 9 all the time Ehile I was levelling I was wringing my hands and you were revelling

Who's gonna give a shit Who's gonna take the call When you find out that the road ahead is painted on a wall And you're turned up to top volume And

How sick of me must you be by now? While you're standing just outside of what your pride will allow Always reaching into yourself to find a new way

(Instrumental)

you're done with your little marathon That you still have cab fare home. Cause the finish line is a shifty thing and what is life with reckoning?