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MAKE IT FROM HERE lyrics
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Intro
Three taps from the shed. "Bring me the pieces."
Verse 1
June twelfth at five-ten, the pear tree came through Mama's wall. Green pears rolled past cold coffee cups; rain silvered up the hall. Dad laid his palm against the grain, then fetched the crosscut saw. He chalked four lengths of heartwood clean and left one splinter raw.
Verse 2
By April, four legs crossed the room beneath a honeyed grain. Mama spread the red bills there; I signed beside my name. Our little girl drew moons in blue. Dad said, "Leave every one." We held that edge through news both ways till half our lives were done.
Chorus
Make it from here, from here Make it from here, from here Turn the broken side to the light. Make it from here. Leave the deep mark in the middle. Pull another chair up near. Bring me what the hard wind left. We'll make it from here.
Bridge
Years later, one loose corner brace let something white slip free: A faded hospital band in his name. He'd kept that part from me.
Chorus
Make it from here, from here Make it from here, from here His hands are gone; mine know the grain. Make it from here. Leave the deep mark in the middle. Pull his empty chair up near. "Bring me the pieces," I tell my girl. We'll make it from here.
Outro
Make it from here.
Inside the recording
Three taps from the shed. "Bring me the pieces."
Make it from here, from here Make it from here, from here
Make it from here.
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