Out Past Vacaville

from by Penelope Houston

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out past vacaville
lyrics by Penelope Houston/ music by P. Houston and Steven Strauss

In the middle of day I think of you
In the middle of my empty day
I listen to your songs, I listen to your voice
What is it that you're trying to say?
Want to picture your face when I hear your voice
But the words get in my way
The cars passing by make a soothing noise
In the middle of my empty day

I don't know why I should want you
I don't know what I expect you to say
You're not the one that's coming home soon
You belong to a different day

In the middle of the night I dreamt of you
In the middle of the long hot night
We dove into the sea the cool black sea
Seven arms around me tight
Now I picture your face, now I hear your voice
But they're gone with the morning light
The sun pouring in is a brilliant white
Burning my dreams away

I don't know why I should want you
I don't know what I expect you to say
You're not the one I'm waking up to
You belong to a different day

Now the sun is burning red
Like the day the earth stood still
Smell the fire on the hills
Out past Vacaville

I don't know why I should want you
I don't know what I expect you to say
You're not the one I'm coming back to
You belong to a different day

I don't know why I should hate you
I don't know what I expect you to say
You're not the one I'm coming back to
You belong to a different day

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from The Whole World, released January 4, 1993

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