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Indiana / Made in San Francisco
Album: MADE IN / PLACE
I didn’t want to write you a love song
If you weren’t here to sing a long
But now that I’m alone, I can say so
And I didn’t want to write you a slow song
Without you here to lean on
Yet here I am choking on the same notes
But maybe we’re in love in a different lifetime
And I write the same song but with different lines
Like you’re here by my piano on a different time line
And I sing - like the stones to the clay mine
You can lean on me, Indiana
In any world I am a part
You can lean on me, Indiana
I'll hold your place if life restarts
Like maybe we’re just one of a million us’s
And what one of them does, the other doesn’t
Like there’s a version of this song that I don’t sing alone
And there’s a version of you who didn’t have to go
Or maybe I’m just a broken man
For whom love is a wasteland
And for a time as you held my hand
I felt a home I’m safe in
So it’s hard to find my never mind
Can’t I borrow lines from another lifetime?
You can lean on me, Indiana
You can lean on me, Indiana
This is your song, I hope you love it
This is my soul, have a piece of it
And though I play this to an empty room
There’s some other me’s with some other you’s
And we all end the song just the same
Whether I’m alone or I married you
There’s no sweeter way I can spend my days
You reading next to me - my wish has been met
You calm my sea - you stay my hand
I found a lover and a friend