No Hidden Track by Okkervil River
What if there's no hidden track? No journey there, no journey back? The rain falls down upon the same old grass. The rain falls down, the rain falls down, the rain falls down. What if there's no secret word, no matter what you thought you heard? I asked the author's son and he averred: "no secret word, no secret word, no hidden track." But my words left me, and my heart it just went slack when I saw it passing, because what if it can't come back? It can't come back; there's no hidden track. And what if there's no cover-up? Lies didn't need to be made up, because truth flows freely from the foulest tongues. No cover-up, no cover-up, no hidden track. What if there's no trap-door down? The cold hard floor, the cold hard ground, the cold hard car commute back into town. No trap-door down, no trap-door down, no hidden track. My words left me, and my heart it just went slack when I saw them passing, because what if they can't come back? They can't come back, and there's no hidden track. But, for all of us and all of you, there are some things we can't see into, because from the other side no light shows through. I hope that there's a hidden track. It feels like there's a hidden track.
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