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Rain on a Sunday, town on the ocean
Watching the slow hands of the clock on the wall
Man I've been working my heart to the barebone
But I'm caving, quitting, missing the call
Do most anything to fight back the feeling
Return from a hurt that has buried me deep
Long since forgave her but never my own self
For never once making a promise I'd keep
If I'm going down, I'm going down swinging
And if it's a staircase I'll hit every one
I've been a few things this side of the planet
A salesman, a singer, a sap and a son
Don't you go thinking this song is about her
Well, at least not specifically
Maybe I'm saving all of the really good sentiment
For the next ones who may come to love me and flee
But I guess there's something to be said for destruction
Phoenician omelet with a glass of lemonade
You go in the one side a shaking little soldier
You come out the other, your bones have been made
But if I'm going down, I'm going down swinging
And if it's a ladder, I'll hit every rung
I've been a few things this side of the ocean
A salesman, a singer, a sap and a son
I've yet to defeat you, horrible creature
No, not her-our thing was hardly that grand
The swell and the sweat, the shape of the spider
Beside her, my trembling, unwilling hand
Give me the sea, give me the sky
Give me the smile of a stranger
Swear I'll take nothing till the day that I die
But draw up my hood like a ranger
Grant me some spirit, grant me some soul
Grant me the will to believe it
Swear I will stand tall, keep every word
Sing joy to the world til I leave it
A salesman sells something, a singer sings songs
A sap sheds off tears for his sorrow
A son of the earth, shall learn his own worth
His father, his future, tomorrow