Iron & Wine – Passing Afternoon (Guitar)

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There are times that walk from you

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Like some passing afternoon

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Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon

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And she chose a yard to burn

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But the ground remembers her

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Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

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There are things that drift away

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Like our endless numbered days

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Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made

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And she's chosen to believe

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In the hymns her mother sings

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Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

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There are sailing ships that pass

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All our bodies in the grass

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Springtime calls her children 'til she lets them go at last

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And she's chosen where to be

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Though she's lost her wedding ring

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Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

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There are things we can't recall

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Blind as night that finds us all

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Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls

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But my hands remember hers

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Rolling 'round the shaded ferns

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Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

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There are names across the sea

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Only now I do believe

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Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me

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But she'll mend his tattered clothes

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And they'll kiss as if they know

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A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone