Everybody Loves You Just the Same
from Ode to an American Urn by The Reverend John DeLore
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Track 2 on the album. Words and Music by John DeLore and Matt Kubacki.
lyrics
They don’t light the lanterns down on Main Street anymore.
It costs too much these days and no one lives behind the doors anyway.
With the windshield cracked like it is there’s a line we never cross.
It runs from the top to the bottom of a bleeding, Western sky.
Everybody knows your name.
Everybody knows the games you play.
Everybody loves you just the same.
In the morning you take the wheel with your eager eyes,
And follow the broken line to where your beauty lies.
Your beauty lies.
Everybody knows your name.
Everybody knows the games you play.
Everybody loves you just the same.
When the light comes up behind you and the shadow forms a wall,
And there’s no room there for goodbyes.
You say you’re sorry but there’s no one here to hear you apologize.
Everybody knows your name.
Everybody knows the games you play.
Everybody knows love you just the same.
Just the same.
[Words & Music by John DeLore / Matt Kubacki]
With the windshield cracked like it is there’s a line we never cross.
It runs from the top to the bottom of a bleeding, Western sky.
Everybody knows your name.
Everybody knows the games you play.
Everybody loves you just the same.
In the morning you take the wheel with your eager eyes,
And follow the broken line to where your beauty lies.
Your beauty lies.
Everybody knows your name.
Everybody knows the games you play.
Everybody loves you just the same.
When the light comes up behind you and the shadow forms a wall,
And there’s no room there for goodbyes.
You say you’re sorry but there’s no one here to hear you apologize.
Everybody knows your name.
Everybody knows the games you play.
Everybody knows love you just the same.
Just the same.
[Words & Music by John DeLore / Matt Kubacki]
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Ode to an American Urn, track
released 22 April 2009
John DeLore (rhythm guitar, vocals), Steve Lewis (lead guitar, vocals), John Bettencourt (bass), Jay Frederick (drums & percussion), Kevin Blackler (keys & organs)
John DeLore (rhythm guitar, vocals), Steve Lewis (lead guitar, vocals), John Bettencourt (bass), Jay Frederick (drums & percussion), Kevin Blackler (keys & organs)
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