Behind me, a caravan weighed down
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With bad dreams and ghosts of apologies
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There's no room, no room inside
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For a hitcher with a suitcase of pride
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Before me, a stallion pulls like the moon
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Sun through the trees tells me I'll be there soon
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The wind cries, 'cause she saw me crying
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About the times I find myself lying.
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I must have fallen by the wayside
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The wheels crack beneath my foolish pride
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Give me a sign in your direction
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And show me to road to your soul.
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Unhitch the wagon 'cause it hinders me
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I'll hitch my skirts up and go carelessly,
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Barefoot and riding bareback
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Wind in my hair, it feels like honesty.
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Close the chapter on a journey...
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Burn the book and give me sanctuary,
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In your arms it feels like...
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In your arms it feels like...
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It feels like home.
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Road To Your Soul
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| All About Eve |
