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"The March"

We are sailing ever onwards
Always forwards, never backwards
And all of these things they could be just words
If we let them, if we let them
And I ask you God of Progress where've you left us now
Backwards might be forwards in the future somehow
And all the smoke that's in your lungs might start to spot you out
Through this haze all I can see is doubt

We are searching for each other
Always pushing one another
We are learning from our father's mistakes
We are turning this world around now
I don't mind turning back the time again
And maybe someday I can call you my friend
We might be around a little while until this ends
So maybe we can learn to pretend

We are sailing ever onwards
Always forwards never backwards
All of these things they could be just words
If we let them, can't we let them
And I ask you God of Progress why've you left us now
Forwards might be backwards in the future somehow
All the smoke that's in your lungs might start to spot us out
But when the haze has cleared we'll work it out

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from City Lights: How I Learned to Love the City, released April 19, 2011

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Eric Elliott Boulder, Colorado

Eric Elliott is a songwriter and mountain dulcimer player currently living and playing in Seattle, WA.

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