Rodeo

This is my first rodeo
 I'm holding on tight
 To the rope
 Don't know which
 Way this will go
 An aisle at the convenience store
 Shoelace gray lottery floor
 It feels like I've been here before
 The clerk is a man behind glass
 Behind his eyes is the past
 Behind him the local news broadcast
 There are only two ways you can go
 Away from or back to your home
 So I picture a gigantic road
 Where everyone walks to the sun oh
 This is my first rodeo
 I'm holding on tight to the rope
 Don't know which way this will go
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 I happened on breakfast downstairs
 My mom and my brother are there
 Cinnamon toast in the air
 The dogs are out back in the snow
 TV, the clock radio
 Everything talks in its home
 As the months are zoomed too far in
 These pages are pages I've read
 And the places are places I've been
 Oh
 And today is the same as the rest
 But sure it's shaped nonetheless
 So I stand up and drop off my plate
 Push out the door to the front gate
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 And I'll ride a bus out of town
 I feel my feet moving me down
 The bus lifting up off the ground
 Then the thoughts come
 And go for awhile
 The parking lot fades into sight
 The path to the beach in the streetlight
 The door pulls the bus driver's hand
 The curb pushes up to the sand
 I step into an alien land
 Oh
 Where the sand brush and
 Snow dunes descend
 And ice water ocean begins
 And I think I can see to the end
 The winging the light in the wind