Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile
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The city lights are closing in on him
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The distance grows shorter for a while
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He wonders what dreams fill her heart
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And wonders if what they had could ever be sparked
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"the roads never lead where they're supposed to go"
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That's what he tells himself before he lets it go
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Out on the cold grey plain, sunken on the side of the road
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The words bleed off the page, the letter becomes well-soaked
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"no more turning backwards," he says, as he drives off in the rain
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Ventures on up through the colorades and settles under the rock
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And pines, and stakes claim
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Still he wonders what what dreams fill her heart
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And wonders if what they had could ever be sparked
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The roads never lead where they're supposed to go
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They just twist 'round and 'round the flame
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The eyes closing, the heart retains
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A bit of a spark before it fades away
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That's where he gets lost and drifts off alone
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Drenched
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| Calexico |
