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Cul de Sac

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Van celebrating where he is, back in Ireland (despite recording this track in NYC) having travelled far (all the way to California and the Palomar mountain range and observatory), hiding away in the studio, laying down the tracks so fresh they're still wet, with absolute freedom to drift in song. You can't fail to hear how much this all means, his impassioned vocal is among the finest he has ever laid down. Open hearted and open throated, you feel it right inside. He's gone.



In the cul de sac, so smooth
I look down
Be less sure sir
And take your rest

It's been much too long 
Since we drifted in song
Lay it down wet
In this hide away

Oh I travelled far
To the nearest star
And met Palomar, mar, mar,
And we don't care just who you know 
It's who you are
And when they all go home
Down the cobblestones
You can double back (this is it)
To a cul de sac

Oh I travelled far
The nearest star
And Mount Palomar, Palomar, Palomar, Palomar
And we don't care just who you know who you know
It's who you you really are, really are
And when they all go home
Down the cobblestones
You will double back 
To a cul de sac
You know you know you will
You will double back and not very far
To a cul de sac
You, you, you will double back
To a cul de sac
You know, you know it's not very far away
No, no, it's just a cul de sac

And you know, and you know, and you know
It's not very very far away
No, it's just a cul de sac
You're not very far away, no oh
It's not very far away
It's not as far as a country mile (you got it)
It's just a cul de sac


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