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  • Here's a song I wrote for my friend's baby, after we both spent a rainy night watching a good concert.


    Adeline, do you hear the rain and the music playing
    Do you see the lights pinned to look just like stars?
    Your daddy's eye is on you and your eye is on the stage
    where someday you'll be playing guitar

    Adeline, I don't know half the time what I'm doing
    Half the time I think I know it all
    I think you know what I mean when you take in the scene
    Autumn leaves rehearsing how they'll all fall

    Chorus: Adeline, I see you practice your waving, I hear you saying
    Hello and goodbye...
    Me, I'm clapping at shows, falling asleep in my clothes,
    yeah, we're kind of the same, you and I....

    Adeline, in the night every cricket gets louder
    Every daughter starts looking for home
    Studies the same constellations her mama learned
    After a storm just like this on her own...


    Adeline, when I speak of the future I'm a stranger
    I'm no friend the future has ever met
    Keep your eye on the stage, your hand not quite on the page
    of all the music that hasn't been written yet...
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