Black Box

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I always cry on the Amtrak 
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Something about the speed of the houses 
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A butterfly on the highway 

Borrowing wind, traveling south for a while 
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There is a way to get anywhere 

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You are a friend from an old life 
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Quiet and good, draped in a blanket 
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And like a bend in the sunlight 

I think you look farther away than you are 
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Only so many miles to anywhere 
 

 
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Oh, the spinning rock into which we drill 
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With the mountains and the mirrors 
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And the march of time 

It's a big black box a stranger built 
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We always have to wonder 
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What moves inside 
 

 
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And in the blue of the evening (Oh, oh) 
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Walking alone, calling my brother 
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It doesn't feel like I'm pleading (Oh, oh) 

Asking to know what else is out there for me 
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There is a way to be anywhere 
 

 
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On the spinning rock into which we drill 
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With mountains and the mirrors 
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And the march of time 

It's a big black box a stranger built 
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We always have to wonder 
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What moves inside 
 

 
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Rivers and towns with service roads 
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I'm in my seat, curtains closed 
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Or else I'll lose all my momentum 
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Of all we were told to ignore 
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What am I still burning for? 
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And is it on this bridge in Trenton? 

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Oh, the spinning rock into which we drill 
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The bin of socks on the window sill 
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The hallway clock says "before until" 
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A two mile walk up a shady hill 
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It's a big black box a stranger built 
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A gray coach car, a navy quilt 
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We see but we are never shown 
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We know, but we can never      know