A folky jaunt centered around the knowledge you really have of those who you "know so well".
Written by Ross Harding
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I read Jimmy Webb's book on songwriting and wrote this afterwards.
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I've known you a hundred odd years/ And I've heard all your stories
Seen all your laughter and tears/ And those half-jokes that you tell
We share the same eyes/ But none of us knows/ what really goes on inside.
I pick up the phone before you even call/ But there's no way to break down the wall.
I know you so well, I don't know you at all.
You paint pictures with all of your words/ like an artist you labour
But it's mostly all on your own terms/ And you looks they just lie
It's all but a glimpse/ of something so deep, all that we see is the eclipse.
I pick up the phone before you even call....
I know you so well, I don't know you at all.
But if you're willing to believe in a God
Then He knows in a way that's beyond
The knowing that we've come to know.
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