(J. Dean, M. Malloy, T. Taylor, B. Mann)
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There was a man in his car trying to talk to me
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He drove a Pontiac, red, 1963
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He shouted numbers and neighborhood streets
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I said, "I wouldn't know. I wouldn't know"
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And then I said to myself, "what's he lookin' for"
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An illegitimate son with an open door
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Or else the calling from God he could not ignore
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I guess in my own way
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Just like him I am wandering, wondering run away
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But aren't we all just
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Looking for a place to land
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Looking for a friend to call
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Looking for a destination, conversation, fascination
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To protect us from the fall
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Looking for the one to love
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Looking for a brand new day
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Looking for a reason to stand
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Looking for a place to land
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There was a girl on a train out of Santa Fe
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She found her husband in bed with her sister "hey"
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She left her soul and her kids when she ran away
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Where do you go? Where do you go?
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Sometimes the love that you lose is the love you find
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Sometimes the pain is the doorway to peace of mind
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No matter how hard you try you just can't rewind
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Now that you know - where do you go?
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I guess in my own way
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Just like the her I'm wandering, wondering runaway
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But aren't we all just
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Looking for a place to land
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Looking for a friend to call
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Looking for a destination, conversation, fascination
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To protect us from the fall
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Looking for the one to love
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Looking for a brand new day
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Looking for a reason to stand
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Looking for a place to land
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I guess in my own way
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Just like the them I'm a wandering, wondering runaway
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But aren't we all just
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Looking For A Place To Land
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| Dakota Moon |
