Branches wavin' madly in the air
Waving 'round like they don't even care

Last time I considered leavin' here
The roads caught fire and I drank all our beer


I'm here at my post
I've learned a lot
I've learned that the fruit on the ground's gonna rot
There's more ATM's with air conditioning
Than there are birds on the wing

I'm here at my post
I've learned a few things
Like the sun ain't afraid
To bleach out a dream
And the way that you were ain't the way that you'll always be
Please believe me


Branches wave and ask for change to spare
Once I did, but now I barely care

Last time I considered leavin' town
Something dumb came up and I turned around


I'm here at my post
I've learned a lot
I've learned that the fruit on the ground's gonna rot
There's more ATM's with air conditioning
Than there are birds on the wing

I'm here at my post
I've learned a few things
Like the sun ain't afraid to bleach out a dream
And the way that you were ain't the way that you'll always be
Please believe me

I'm here at my post



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    General CommentHow does this not have comments?! It's such a flawlessly beautiful song. It always puts me in a cool, calm, thoughtful state.
    Fionnon May 30, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThis song repeats a similar chord structure from an earlier Grandaddy B-Side, Shedeleter. At My Post continues the theme of isolation and loneliness found throughout this EP, summing up Lytle's feelings about Modesto.
    JohnFitzJohnon May 27, 2015   Link

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