Artist: Son Volt
Song: Loose String

One-way streets and square one,
The answers don't come from any one direction.
Not a care in the world, no better way to go,
It's fine here, watching it go down.

Half the trouble's in the asking,
And I know you're not the kind to wait around,
Taking chances with no intent to make a killing,
Too much living is no way to die.

Loose string,
Find the pieces don't fit in.
Loose string,
Coming up for air again and again.
Loose string,
Too much living is no way to die.

See the ground, sinking 'round,
Tomorrow's a card to play.
Same old words heard in storms,
Repeated doom,
Too many rules, it will bleed you dry.

Half the trouble's in the asking,
And I know you're not the kind to wait around,
Taking chances with no intent to make a killing,
Too much living is no way to die.

Loose string,
Find the pieces don't fit in.
Loose string,
Coming up for air again and again.
Loose string,
Too much living is no way to die.

Said you haven't seen it all,
Just keep on searching for just one single reason.

Half the trouble's in the asking,
And I know you're not the kind to wait around,
Taking chances with no intent to make a killing,
Too much living is no way to die.

Loose string,
Find the pieces don't fit in.
Loose string,
Coming up for air again and again.
Loose string,
Loose string. 

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