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Bobbie Gentry

Natural To Be Gone

 

Natural To Be Gone

(album: Touch 'Em With Love - 1969)


You don't know me where I live
My tracks may soon go everywhere
Because there ain't no other place for them to go
Where I dwell outside of now

For me that's really hard to say
Like sometimes I'm not really sure I even know
What's the difference being different
When it's difference now that looks alike

You say I'm changing, I'm not sure that's wrong
It's just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck
And I feel somehow that it's natural to be gone
What crazy patterns do we follow
Sitting knee to knee upon some riverbank

Somewhere at suppertime
The evening air is moving like molasses
Towards sticky night
So easy as I as I press your hand in mind

You seem a little colder
When I say I must be leaving
What an ugly way for us to let it end
What's the use in being worried

'Cause I'm going in an hour
When the time is running out that we could spend
What's the difference being different
When it's difference now that looks alike?

You say I'm changing, I'm not sure that's wrong
It's just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck
And I feel somehow that it's natural to be gone
There's no season in my mind
That I can count on for an answer

I've dug too many holes expecting snow
I'm not sure to where I'm headed
How I'll ride and who I'm with
If I'll return or when I think that I might go

What's the difference being different
When it's difference now that looks alike

You say I'm changing, I'm not sure that's wrong
It's just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck
And I feel somehow that it's natural to be gone

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