Текст песни: From Here On Out, You're On Your Own + перевод

In a parking lot littered with square safety-glass

I park the car, lock the doors, and let the driver’s seat back

Shades over the windows

I can finally let myself cry

Pathetic, I know

Yeah, I couldn’t agree more

Your phone has been dead for who knows how long

It’s been weeks, and I worry, but try to just play it off

I’m filling the hours with stories -- two chapters a week

I can sure as hell write, but hell if I can speak

The mountains nearby are grown over with grass

I guess the rain has been good, but nothing ever lasts

We start walking, lose track, and wind up in a strange neighborhood

Where I fill up my camera with shots of the sky

And of indistinct figures in fading sunlight

But get home and the first thing I do is throw the pictures away

And John says, «If reincarnation is true

I might at this point want out of the loop.»

On a weather-worn table in the park down the road

My call finally gets through

I spend an hour on the phone

But say nothing at all that doesn’t translate

«When are you coming home?»

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