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• Artiste: Jon Crocker
• Titre: Like A Desert Monsoon
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Well the Indian place in the center of town well, I guess they've gone and changed their name. And the one downtown is no longer around, but everything else has stayed the same The fog still rolls, the water's still cold, and the old apple tree still grows. And it will hit me where it hurts much higher up in the gut than anything but the best of well placed punches So I'm doing fine; I'm eating when I can. Like a desert monsoon, I pack it all in. In a short time, I fill up my reservoir for all those lean times yet to come. And after all these years, I've still got my dog, but even he's getting ready to leave. So what've I got now? a college degree and a place that I dont wanna be, some friends who can't be bothered, and a promise from my father that may or may not be so. And all that poverty did not make me more real; I did not feel more like a man when I nearly killed another. I'm still just that frightened little boy who misses his long lost mother, can't count on anyone else but his brothers. So what've I got now? Not even half a plan, just the strongest of notions that I'll end up in the ocean before I'm old. So I guess I'll keep on working when I can. And I guess I'll keep on eating when I can. And I guess I'll just keep on singing every night. So no more of this, no, no more of this I'll be leaving before it's light.