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So Far Off

from The Leaves by Short Hand

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I'm praying (my hands in the air)
Like crazy (‘cause I'm just a kid)
But what else is there to do
With your mojo except voodoo?

I'm faking (I’m so bad)
And fading (it's all past)
But what else is there to youth
Except everything that you lose?

Hanging in the darkness
Above the lost car
The imperfect parent in

The incomplete stars
But o god, so far, it's so far off

I'm waiting (o why not)
I'm saying (o please now)
But what else is there to truth
Except hearing what you want to?

And plowing toward nowhere
In the lost car
The imperfect instinct
In the incomplete heart
But o god, so far, it's so far off

And the water parting
For the lost car
The imperfect eyesight
In the incomplete dark
But o god, so far, it's so far off

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from The Leaves, released January 1, 2016
All music, vocals, and lyrics by Shorthand P. Davis ©2016

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Short Hand Muncie, Indiana

Short Hand figures that it's easier to learn to play an instrument than it is to find someone who can play it. He also figures that it's easier for him to do the writing, recording, mixing, artwork, and anything else that might need to be done. In the end, a set of sounds collect themselves into different shapes one might call "albums." Some sound like this and some sound like that. ... more

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