So the sun shines on his funeral just the same as on a birth,
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the way it shines on everything that happens here on Earth.
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It rolls across the western sky and back into the sea
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and spends the day's last rays upon this fucked-up family, so long old pal.
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The last time I saw Alice, she was leaving Santa Fe
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with a bunch of round-eyed Buddhists in a killer Chevrolet.
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Said they turned her out of Texas, yeah, she burned them down back home,
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now she's wild with expectation on the edge of the unknown.
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Singing oh, it's enough to be on your way,
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it's enough just to cover ground, it's enough to be moving on.
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Home, build it behind your eyes, carry it in your heart, safe among your own.
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They brought her back on a Friday night, same day I was born.
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We sent her up the smokestack, yes, and back into the storm.
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She blew up over the San Juan Mountains, she spent herself at last.
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The threat of heavy weather, that was what she knew best.
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Oh, it's enough to be on your way,
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it's enough to cover ground, it's enough to be moving on.
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Home, build it behind your eyes, carry it in your heart, safe among your own.
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It woke me up on a Sunday, an hour before the sun.
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It had me watching the headlights out on highway 591.
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Till I stepped into my trousers, till I pulled my big boots on,
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I walked out on the Mesa and I stumbled on this song
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Oh, it's enough to be on your way,
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it's enough just to cover ground, it's enough to be moving on.
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Home, build it behind your eyes, carry it in your heart, safe among your own.
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So long, old gal.
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Enough To Be On Your Way
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| James Taylor |
