If today was not an endless highway
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If tonight was not a crooked trail
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If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
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Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
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Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting
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If I could hear his heart softly pounding
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Yes, and only if he was lying by me
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Would I lie in my bed once again
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I can't see my reflection in the waters
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I can't speak the sounds that show no pain
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I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
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Or remember the sound of my own name
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Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting
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If I could hear his heart softly pounding
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Yes, and only if he was lying by me
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Would I lie in my bed once again
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There's beauty in that silver singing river
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There's beauty in that sunrise in the sky
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But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
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That I remember in my true love's eyes
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Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting
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If I could hear his heart softly pounding
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Yes, and only if he was lying by me
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Would I lie in my bed once again
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Tomorrow Is A Long Time
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Nickel Creek |