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• Artiste: Jon Swift
• Titre: There May Be No End
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There may be no end the way that I see it, but it seems I need to end to begin I rode the rail up north from L.A., the golden hills behind me. I had a feeling I'd work hard my whole life and nobody would ever find me. I called my true love 2 months on the road. I heard her sweet voice dying. I broke ground on a new road but I can't see around the bend. Although the hammers keep flying. There may be no end the way that I see it, but it seems I need to end to begin A pain struck me through my shoulder one afternoon as I was working down in the valley. I awoke in a bed with strangers gazing down. They took me in and cared for me. When I was good enough to stand up on my own, the voices came back to me. The ones that lit the way—when I was all alone— toward a feeling I could never get exactly. There may be no end the way that I see it, but it seems I need to end to begin Now I'm standing, watching the tolling bells hoping to see where I belong. And though I live among the best folks that I know, somehow, something still seems wrong. There may be no end the way that I see it, but it seems I need to end to begin