1. |
Heading East, into the
sunrise |
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Under gray, heavy winter skies |
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Running from the threat of snow |
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Knowing it's too far to go today |
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2. |
Dodging 'round blowing tumbleweeds |
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Memories are simply seeds |
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That were planted in my mind |
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Wondering what else I'll find along the
way |
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| bridge |
Too many ghosts on every corner where
I've been |
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Don't how many hitched a ride |
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Maybe if I go some place I've never seen |
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I can leave them all behind |
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3. |
Heading East, into the
sunrise |
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Looking out, with tired, bloodshot eyes |
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Risky but I'll take a chance |
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On this old cross-country dance today |
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coda
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Risky but I'll take a chance |
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Maybe I will find romance along the way |
