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March 04, 2002

For Jess ... nothing is

For Jess ...

nothing is alone, Toad the Wet Sprocket

something rushes over me
and i find myself standing here
lift my eyes up to the sky
and offer a silent prayer

sometimes all the shouting stops
and the restlessness loses hold
and i cry out to everything
that nothing is alone

if the winter won't turn me
then the summer can't burn me
and the rain will never
fall upon a restless soul
nothing is alone

Copyright 1990 Wet Sprocket Songs

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