Deep in your blood or a voice in your head
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On a dark lonesome highway
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It finds you instead
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So certain it knows you, you can't turn away
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Something or someone has found you today
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Genius or Jesus, maybe he's seen us
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But who would believe us
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I can't really say
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Whatever the calling, the stumbling or falling
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You follow it knowing
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There's no other way, there's no other way
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There are zealots and preachers
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And readers of dreams
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The righteous yell loudest
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And the saved rise to sing
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The lonely and lost are just waiting to hear
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Any moment their purpose
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Will be perfectly clear
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And then life would mean more
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Than their name on their door
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And that far distant shore that's so near
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They'd hear the calling
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And stumbling and falling
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They'd follow it knowing
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There's nothing to fear
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Nothing to fear
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I don't remember a voice
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On a dark, lonesome road
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When I started this journey so long ago
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I was only just trying to outrun the noise
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There was never a question of having a choice
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Jesus or genie, maybe they've seen me
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But who would believe me
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I can't really say
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Whatever the calling, the stumbling and falling
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I followed it knowing there's no other way
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Jesus or genie, maybe he's seen me
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But who would believe me
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I can't really say
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Whatever the calling, stumbling and falling
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I got through it knowing there's no other way
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There's no other way
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The Calling
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
