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Wherever you are.
Now we're singing your song
Like it's the only one we know,
Like it's the only time we've ever sung
The words to anything,
The way that all words were menat to be sung.
And you are not the only one.
We miss you John Elliott,
Right here and right now,
And it's easy to cry
When you're laughin' out loud.
There are spaces in between the words
That only you can fill up
With the oxygen that's leaving
All our bodies' mouths wide open.
You are not the only one.
And it's hard digging trenches,
And it's hard telling lies,
And I don't believe that easy
Is one of the available choices.
And it's hard to be a family,
And it's hard to be alone.
We all know that you don't like
Talkin' on the phone.
Wherever you are,
Which is probably Los Angeles,
You gotta get out of there.
'Cause we need your heart on fire
Like a flame for everyone,
And I know you don't like similes,
So here's another one:
Like all the dead stars shining
Long after they are gone,
Like knowing way down deep inside
That you are not the only one,
That you are not the only one.
Ohhhh-ohhh.