88 Constellations

Album cover art for "88 Constellations" by Mary Chapin Carpenter

Mary Chapin Carpenter - Country, Americana

88 Constellations

2 Plays

Duration: 5:00

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[Verse 1] These days are made of leaving home But every thought is of returning In between is simply known For the gasoline I'm burning Drop the bags inside the door Out of habit pause to listen It's the same as before There's always something that feels missing But not the ghosts and snakes I've swept away Though that seemed as good a place to start [Chorus] I go forward Or fall back Forge ahead Or veer off track Flaming out We fade to black Stars careening in their crosses Someone's always Just ahead Heels dug in Or being led Nothing's perfect I once said And I've learned to cut my losses But I could not fix the broken part And a tear-stained heart [Verse 2] I filled my passport with the miles Dawn is breaking out the window Climb the steps and walk the aisles Just another moving shadow You know it's easier to be All alone instead of lonely Yet I know some part of me Feels a part of you still always be Way down deep where it will not be seen But there's no doubt that you have left your mark [Chorus] You go forward Or fall back Forge ahead Or veer off track Flaming out We fade to black Stars careening in their crosses Someone's always Just ahead Heels dug in Or being led Nothing's perfect You once said The king of all lost causes But I still wait for you because I'm not In my tear stained heart [Verse 3] These wondrous days we travel fast And the clearer I am seeing Trade the baggage of the past For the likeness of being I am studying the stars All 88 constellations I can sense you from afar From my earthly destinations And in the wind and every highway song A match that strikes or in a random spark [Chorus] We go forward Or fall back Forge ahead Or veer off track Flaming out We fade to black Stars careening as they beckon It's just open road ahead The sound of twilight Maps unread Nothing's perfect It's been said This is pretty close I reckon And I learned more than I'd have ever thought From a tear-stained heart

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Credits

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  • Mary Chapin Carpenter