Augustana - Stars and Boulevards (Live Acoustic)

Live acoustic radio - Chicago, 2006

Wait, dear
White horses walking down my street here
Your words are creeping at my feet
I fear
The sunrise will come too soon
And youll disappear
To the haze of the city and yourself
Oh yeah

Look out
Theyre coming after us with big guns
Theyre only gonna tell you all the bad things Ive done
Even if the words they say arent true,
Theyve won
Now Im left here dying in the sun

Woahhhhh
Seems like Im always on my own
Seems like Im never coming home
Seems like Im always on my own
All the stars and boulevards arent close enough to you

Late nights
Wont do me justice
cause when I drink I
Just get so damn depressed and its
its not like I aint trying to get over you
its just hard to look at all the seasons pass me over too
and I said

Woahhhhh
Seems like Im always on my own
Seems like Im never coming home
Seems like Im always on my
All the stars and boulevards arent close enough to you

One last
Phone call from you
It wouldnt hurt much
Just like to hear your voice
And pretend to touch
Any inch of you that hasnt said it all or read it all
I sung my life away
And I said

Woahhhhh
Seems like Im always on ym own
Seems like Im never coming home
Seems like Im always

Woahhhhh (all the stars & boulevards arent close enough to you)
Seem like Im all eyes on that home (all the stars and boulevards arent close enough to you)
Seem like Im never coming home
Seem like Im all eyes on that

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