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We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers
Baby what's become of us
A latent memory of southern springs and summers
Maybe winter in New YorkIt's started raining now on all my best intentions
I'm putting on my heavy coat
I'll take an airplane and leave the worst unmentioned
Blame it on a lack of timeWhen I was given to easy answers
I swept you off your feet
But now the dancing days are gone
You sleep alone, leave the radio onI'm high above it now the clouds a pillow for me
I consider even more
You have the softest eyes, the grace to wash and comfort
All the kids on Jersey ShoreAnd I believe in easy answers
Coming home for Christmas
Minding manners all along
I sleep alone, leave the radio onYeah I believe in easy answers
Something permanent
But only chances make the song

We sleep alone with the radio on
We sleep alone with the radio on

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Catching Up With David Mead (In Four Scenes and Three Cities) Nashville, TN, mid-1990s. . . After bouncing around the club scene in a few bands, David Mead takes the leap as a solo artist. A copper-topped kid with a tender heart and wicked sense of humor, he has one unfailing secret weapon - the kind of singing voice that can stop drunks in mid-drink and A & R guys in mid-schmooze. “A soaring but unshowy falsetto,” says Uncut. “Honeyed and compelling,” adds Entertainment Weekly.


Read more about David Mead on Last.fm.


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