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Walked onto the tarmac and I saw you fly away
Bearded men with yellow flags pointed to the sky
They pointed to an empty place
Where the sun was breaking through
Somewhere between heaven and hell
Is where you were going to

There you flew with your mother's watch
And your handmade violin
That oversized pocketbook, that gift from a friend
When I tried to picture you, I couldn't see a thing
The one mistake that I never made
Was to give you wedding ring

Chorus:
Let's draw a line at where your label ends
And make it clear where I begin

Now I sleep on borrowed beds and linoleum floors
And morning is an empty space that you used to fill
Yes, this is a strange place where the sun sets at noon
Where we all talk of foreign cards
And the women speak of shoes

While I walk on tight-rope and photograph the past
To reconstruct the future and to guide me through the grass
The grass that led to your door in that small suburban town
The one mistake that you never made
Was to buy a wedding gown

Chorus

All I see is black and blue and visions of you
You pop up in deluded dreams and jumbled memories
Well in this life of the infinite where everything is true
You put your trust inside of me and I threw it back at you

But since you're in another world, the moon is all we share
So when I transmit a prayer it'll reach you through the air
And beam through your curtains and hit you like a flare
And warm you and hold you to show that I still care

Chorus

The funniest thing is that I can't recall your name
In fact, I think that we haven't met
In this sea of attendance sheets I must have mixed you up
With someone who wore a watch
And whose hobby was violin

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from Where Serious People Joke, released October 29, 2012

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Nick Watt

Nick Watt is a multi-instrumentalist songwriter based in Brooklyn. His lyric-driven songs tell stories of people from many walks of life. With musical stylings that draw on blues from his native St. Louis to the jazz of his current home of New York, he creates grooves that support the songs’ narratives.

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