See the lazy windmills slowly turning
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Cutting up the marble canyons of the sky
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See the dust around my feet go churning
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Moving with the winds down the highways
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Of goodbyes
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
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Looking over maps of memories for the road
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
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With the unexpected destination of my home
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Half the thoughts I'm thinking speak in sighs
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As that same old wave of lonliness returns
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And I can see you when I close my eyes
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Speaking very softly as you turned
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
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Looking over maps of memories for the road
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
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With the unexpected destination of my home
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Now I must go
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Go and let go
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
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Looking over maps of memories for the road
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Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon
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With the unexpected destination of my home
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Silver Moon
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| Michael Nesmith |
