...It's made a fractured line
Looks like it's from god
Maybe god was my dog...

Time to pull out my paints
Brand new canvas, get things straight
There are no lines here

Double rainbows make Great Lakes
Koda spoke Anishinaabe
She is a key bear
Let her open
Everywhere I see is stress
Wonder what we gonna lose next?
Well, it won't be sweet love cause
It's my lesson, it's my teacher
Malcolm X or Martin Luther
And I am neither

"Perfect world?" What is this?
Does it even exist and would I live there?

Mmmm, if I can learn to be alone
I will always have a home

Give it all you got
Give it all you got
All you've gained and all you've lost
And that's a lot. Yeah, that's a lot
Know the road like Dharma Bums
From the Catskills to Old San Juan
With just an atlas - well, it was magic
Thank you, Paul, for those directions
O'er the bridge or Indian Ocean
Those troubled waters, no longer silenced
In the dreaming Uluru, I heard brumbies singing to me
And casting lines, to Palestine

And Aotearoa, my Wailua
It's nice to know life like that
From the Mauna, Standing Rock
There were moments I got lost
Denominators, so fuck the haters

Pa’akai​, down Ecuador
Standing room on the jungle floor
Can't take our language
Can't drink the oil

Lost a baby
Lost a friend
Some days my family's lost again
To the trauma, to the war

That's how I learned to be alone
Coming from a broken home
That's how I learned to be alone
Coming from a broken home
Give me all you've got
Give me all you've got
We'll make stories, we'll make love
And that's enough, yeah that's enough

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