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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitar

Chris Walke: mando-guitar, vocals

Gerald Dowd: drums

Tom Jancauskas: bass

Larry Rossi: Chamberlin, harmonium

She said, “Icicles outside the window
Look like prison bars to me
And even if the sun melts them
It won’t really mean that I’m free.
I’m still locked inside my head
Tangled up in my own wires
Seems nothing is left but the ashes
In the place where I once kept my fire”

Staring down the heavens, begging for some change
Nothing left in her pockets but a little spare rain

Swept all her best intentions
Under the rug like dust
Left that dream out in the rain again
Now it’s gone to rust
She feels like a Sunday driver
Who’s always movin’ too slow
Not really sure where she’s going
And so she’s all over the road

Staring down the heavens, begging for some change
Nothing left in her pockets but a little spare rain
A little spare rain... she says, “Give me that rain”

Staring down the heavens, begging for some change
Nothing left in her pockets but a little spare rain

Icicles outside her window
Have melted away in the sun
She still keeps herself as a prisoner
Of a heart that is frozen
Frozen and numb
Frozen and numb


written by Dave Sills & Chris Walke
published by Dave Sills (ASCAP)
(c) (p) 2005, all rights reserved

From the album Waiting Room (WSR 003)

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