National Park Visitor Center

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1.
All those faces I haven't seen in ages in all these stages of their lives. All those places I have not been to in ages look like a city stuck in time. The road we rode down when we returned home from our own end of the line. As I turn around the bend I start to feel it all again, my muscle memory kicks in In a schoolyard, in a swimming pool car park to where we'd ride our bikes. We'd skin our hearts, and for the most part we'd await the morning light. And all those bedrooms That we returned to looked so much bigger in our minds
2.
He spooks inside of my head his scream for help reverbs in my mind but how else can you make yourself heard in the world of the deaf and the blind? This world won’t let you be what it wanted you to achieve the girls and the cash and the fame and the rest were far outside your reach I'm facing the flames When people Talk On Corners, Word Gets Around and finally they know your name all over town The friends that you have bought I hope that you kept the receipts what a desperate way of admitting defeat I'm facing the flames But I can make you see yes, I can make you see inhale the scent of sulphur a feeling of relief I'm facing the flames This is my creation, it's something they can't take away
3.
Keys – tap, phone – tap, cash – tap, and all the girls wear lipstick. We wear our Sunday's best speak a toast to one more year that's lost Killing time and killing bottles retired pros bound to overdose counting down all the resolutions children of the resolution speak a toast to one more year that's lost Watch how bottle rockets illuminate the castle walls. Looking back then look ahead speak a toast to one more year that's lost So, this is the new year and I don’t feel any different the clanking of crystal explosions off in the distance Should old acquaintance be forgot and never be brought to mind Should old acquaintance be forgot for Auld Lang Syne Happy New Year Happy New Year Happy New Year Happy New Year Happy New Year Happy New Year Walking home on burned out fireworks.
4.
Forgot your name the moment you said it. You tell me your name and I forget it. We talk about what we do for a living and get another drink. And you say that I'm so distant and distance is what I keep. This is my secret weapon, my strategy. To keep safe what's so frail out of harm’s way. This is my suit of armour three inches thick this is my chain mail shirt this is my bulletproof vest. You say her name and that you don't regret it. You say it left you maimed I say you should not let it I'm asking whether there are any living on the battlefields left And you stay on your barricade atop the battlements. You're locked in your fortress and the walls are caving in. To keep safe what's so frail out of harm’s way.
5.
They keep telling us That we're not good enough That we're not worth it We don't deserve it everybody wrote us off yet here we are It’s real simple, let me tell you something you already know: The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows Every man at some point in his life is gonna lose a battle, he’s gonna fight and he’s gonna lose But I want you to understand something it’s not about winning It’s about being able to look your friends in the eye and knowing that you didn’t let them down And that’s what you have here tonight. Tonight, we can fight our way back. This our time. This is who we are. We were meant to be here tonight. So let's go out there and take it. With clear eyes and full hearts
6.
Look at my sweater Look at my sweater Look what it's made of Boyfriend material I cook and clean I do the dishes I'm like a genie I grant you wishes When you come home I make you tea and we watch your favorite show on TV Look at my sweater Look at my sweater Look what it's made of Boyfriend material I take the trash out I change the diapers I change the wheels on the car I change the wipers I like your girl friends talk to their boyfriends and when issues need resolving then I voice them Look at my cardigans Look at my underpants Look at my long sleeves Look at my boxer briefs Shades for the summer sun Look at my cummerbund Look at my tracksuit Look at my dress shoes
7.
On the long ride home the midnight miles mean Monday morning nine to five. The long ride home the midnight miles they bring me back to my old life On the long ride home the midnight miles I'm guided by the satellites. The long ride home the midnight miles when you told me to leave your life. Tonight, I’ll have a burger and small fries, can I have ketchup on the side? Tonight, no bathroom breaks, no time, I only stop to cry when I drive Tonight, out of sight and out of mind out of place and out of time Tonight I swallow all my pride I’m fighting the good fight and I drive In the car pool lane on the Interstate from the parkway to the driveway And on the byroad I take the highroad and in the parking spot please forget-me-not
8.
In formal attire In a chapel in a field Brace yourselves The Wedding Years are here And in my jacket pocket a keepsake, a forgotten piece of paper. The words to a song I can just hum along to and they belong to you Something old and something new something borrowed something blue And I take it out For weddings and for funerals and the years go by so saddening, so beautiful These white shirts these black ties you take out when someone dies For funerals in the sunshine And weddings in the rain Mementos are not memories This will never work for me And you were too young you were gone 'fore too long Before it had begun
9.
Home Stretch 03:08
On the home stretch, on the last leg of this trip. I'm not home yet, but I will wake in my own bed. A wise man told me that when you say "Sometimes a man's got to do what a man's got to do" You can't be dragging that upright trolley I left my footprints I've taken pictures I made some friends I burned some bridges On the home stretch, on the last leg of this trip. I'm not home yet, but I will wake in my own bed. I've been to the strangest places I've been to strangers' places on so many of these stages The long and winding tracks I went there to come back I've been away for ages but now I’m ... On the home stretch, on the last leg of this trip. I'm not home yet, but I will wake in my own bed. Airplanes, taxis, rental cars Ferries, speed boats, hovercraft

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released November 17, 2017

All Songs by National Park Visitor Center.
Recorded and mixed by Henning Oskamp, mastered by Robin Völkert.

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