(Mary Chapin Carpenter/John Jennings)
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He pulled out in a cloud of dust
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Laying rubber and spewing rust
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And on any road he'd take
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He'd have his foot on the pedal and my heart on the brake
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Underneath the smooth tar curves
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A road is only dust and dirt
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On a lonely interchange
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The signs all look the same
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'Cause a road is just a road and a feeling's just a feeling
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No matter where you go, from Waterloo to Wichita
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A road is just a road that the one you love is leaving on
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And midnight's another dawn, 100 miles ago
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His wheels spun out of sight of me
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Believing that I'd set him free
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But I'd heard the voice of the prisoner
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Saying he couldn't get enough of her
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You go by land, you go by air
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You go by sea, hell I don't care
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You can go any way you choose
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Wearing out the soles of your traveling shoes
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And a road is just a road and a feeling's just a feeling
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No matter where you go, from Bangor, Maine to Bakersfield
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A road is just a road that the one you love is leaving on
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And midnight's another dawn, a hundred miles ago
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And every sleepless night I see him
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Screaming by the scenery
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Not noticing another mile
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That's rolled down between him and me
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'Cause a road is just a road and a feeling's just a feeling
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No matter where you go, from Saskatoon to San Antone
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A road is just a road that the one you love is leaving on
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And midnight's another dawn, a hundred miles ago
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Yes, a road is just a road and a feeling's just a feeling
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No matter where you go, from San Bernardino to Sault Ste. Marie
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A road is just a road that the one you love is leaving on
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And midnight's another dawn, a hundred miles ago
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A Road Is Just A Road
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
