How many miles until I get out of this rectangular box of hell?
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Because these four same faces
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in these overcrowded spaces
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have me praying for the places
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that will leave me one minute to myself
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(along with)
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the foreheads glued to window-panes
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the sore-backs from kitchen-wood floors
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And all the sitting, sitting, sitting in a van -- and yet I still want more?
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When there's a million more miles to roam,
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I think of the life left for me back home:
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A "paradise" to watch their "greener grass" grow,
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and all the time to be alone...?
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But two weeks home cripple me
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because the trees don't pass
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and the lines don't move
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as the white walls collapse
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on my ramblin' boy blues that's howlin'
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howlin' for that open road because
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no arms can hold
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no home can warm
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like the gaze of the rays of a distant lost-highway sun.
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When there's a million more miles to roam,
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I think of the life left for me back home:
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A "paradise" to watch their "greener grass" grow,
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and all the time to feel alone.
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pave paradise
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put the keys in
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turn the engine
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let the big green van drive me from this city
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to anything but simplicity
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To anywhere from this city,
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To anything but simplicity.
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Pave Paradise
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| Have Heart |
