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  1. So Low

From the recording The Place That You Call Home

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Lyrics

Where’d the night go? How’d we get so low? Where’d the night go? How’d we get so low? I feel my words wrapped around your throat, but I find my hands in the pockets of my coat.

Slam that bottle, slam that bottle down. Make a swift move with a lonesome sound. I see you runnin’ but my legs won’t move—a concrete statue on an old bar stool.

Oh I’ve heard this story before, seen the light on over the door, watched the movie and wrote the score. Tell me now will you return? I don’t have much patience to burn, and these tables, they don’t turn.

Every statue comes tumbling down. And every last call is a thorn on this crown. Come on baby let me bring you home. There ain’t no sense in sittin’ here alone.

Oh I’ve heard this story before, seen the light on over the door, watched the movie and wrote the score. Tell me now will you return? I don’t have much patience to burn. And these tables never turn.