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• Artiste: Mary Chapin Carpenter
• Titre: New Religion
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So it's been ages, miles and pages All of those things that tell a story Of catastrophe and glory All of the hard stuff, it toughened us up Ever the artists, punks and rebels We wore defeats like they were medals Back when we thought that Time and love and hope were equal Before the storms of life made us different people I used to find myself walking through cathedrals And for the price of pocket change I'd light a candle in your name I'm no believer in saints or seers When every answer begged more questions Was that a blessing or a lesson And all of the hard stuff, turned into hard love Chasing your ghost down dead end streets I was forever incomplete In the time it takes a phone to ring in my back pocket It's like a thousand years ignited like a rocket I would have given anything to stop it As a stranger's voice droned on Explaining you were gone You were star dust, now you're cosmic It's been ages, miles and pages All of those things that make a story Our catastrophes and glory All of the journeys and their traveling mercies Taught me how to stop and listen And I found a new religion My church is under canopies of oak trees And the songs I hear make me feel they know me There's never been a place I've found That feels more holy Numinous and complete No more ghosts and dead end streets Where air and spirit meet And rebel hearts still beat They're still beating