Call the folks, leave a note, lock the
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Doors and windows
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Pack the truck, here's to luck
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Here's to how the wind blows
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Now lose the map and compass
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Now read the signs obey the lines
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Follow all your hunches
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'Cause now it's just the open road
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One small heart and a great big soul that's driving
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Radio singing low just like a true companion
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L.A.'s lights wavy bright, they follow like a lantern
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Then morning comes and desert sun
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Rises like redemption
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Another day to make your way from answer
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Back to question
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Out here on the open road
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One small heart and a great big soul that's driving
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No set of directions, no shortcuts
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Just some empty soda cans,
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Some cigarette butts
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The key to traveling light is to
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Not need very much
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Late tonight you'll see the lights of a
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Thousand stars above you
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And at a roadside stop you'll
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Call to talk to a voice
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Back home that swears to love you
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But at the sound of the tone you'll
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Hang up the phone
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And peel out of that joint
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You might try again God knows when;
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At least they got the point
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They lost you to the open road, one small heart
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And a great big soul
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That's driving, driving
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Out here on the open road
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One small heart and a great big soul that's driving
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One Small Heart
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |