1. Another World

From the recording String Ladders

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Music by The Color Forty Nine
Lyrics by Phil Beaumont


Another World

Each time I cross the border, it’s another world
Found a coin from someone’s pocket
Gave it to a girl
She was selling clothes for profit, from another world
Bought a coat that she had to offer,
And it came unfurled

It was a cold December evening
Everything was up for grabs
Took delight in someone’s leaving
They never really had the chance
To make a promise that was worth its keeping
Everything is up for grabs

The fire men, they came to teach us
‘You be good boys and girls’
I tried to light a fire that evening
Just to see the matches burn
I put the evidence in a box
I guess I didn’t really learn

It’s another world
Its another world