Patty Griffin - Useless Desires
Unfortunately I've never heard of Patty Griffin the whole time I was living in the States. I actually discovered her through LaunchCast because it played songs from other artists that I might like. I think the first song that made me notice her was "Rain". It's such a beautiful song. At some point I discovered this song and I can't stop listening to it at some point. The title caught my attention and the lyrics speak so true.
Say goodbye to the old streetAt that time, I was still too consumed by my 'useless desire'. This song's depressing, which made me even more depressed, but I do like it that way. Every time I heard it, I felt like going somewhere and just be lost.
That never cared much for you anyway
Different-colored doorways
You thought would let you in one day
Goodbye to the old bus stop, frozen and waiting
Weekend edition has this town way overrated
Walk across a baseball field
The grass has turned to straw
A flock of birds tries to fly away from where you are
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye old friend
I can't make you stay
I can't spend another ten years
Wishing you would anyway
And the sky turns to fire against a telephone wire
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires
Every day I take a bitter pill that gets me on my way
For the little aches and pains
The ones I have from day to day
To help me think a little less about the things I miss
To help me not to wonder how I ended up like this
Walk down to the railroad track and ride a rusty train
With a million other faces I shoot through the city veins
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye old friend
You wanted to be free
Somewhere beyond the bitter end is where I want to be
And the sky turns to fire against a telephone wire
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires
Say goodbye to the old building
That never tried to know your name
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye old friend
You won't be seeing me again
Goodbye to all the windowpanes shining in the sun
Like diamonds on a winter day
Goodbye, goodbye to everyone
How the sky turns to fire against a telephone wire
Burns the last of the day down
And I'm the last one hangin' around
Waiting on a train track, and the train never comes back
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires
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