1. |
Sitting in a rest stop down near Grants,
New Mexico |
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This morning I left Denver, still got
a way to go |
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I really feel I'm flying, not time to
stop and see |
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And the road goes on forever, like a strange
reality |
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| chorus |
Oh, the limitless horizon is not big enough
to hold |
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All the love I feel within me or the peace
that's in my soul |
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It's time to start my engine, put more
miles on this machine |
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And the road goes on forever like an unremembered
dream |
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2. |
Valmora, Tucumcari, Trinidad and Cimarron |
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Names that sound of mystery, strange places
far from home |
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No time to learn their stories, I've got
to roll right on |
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And the road goes on forever, like some
unending dawn |
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| chorus 2 |
(same first two lines as chorus 1) |
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But the road ahead just beckons, unseen
places in a list |
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And the road goes on forever, like a shadow
in the mist |
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3. |
Ther's a pull from every city, a new home,
a brand new face |
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There should be time to stop there, get
to know the place |
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But the pull from that old highway is
the strongest pull of all |
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And the road goes on forever, like a lonesome
child's call |
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| chorus 2 |
(same first two lines as chorus 1) |
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And the road goes on forever |
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And the song goes on forever |
