The ties that bind unravelled on an August night
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She left his tired love behind, in a laundromat, in black and white
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The powers that be decided it was time to let him go
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So he went rolling like a tumbleweed across the desert of New Mexico
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And he goes chasing the angel of the blue sky
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And he knows she will be waiting for him there
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And he sees his faithful angel of the blue sky
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Floating in the firmament somewhere
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His Dodge gave out, he stepped into a crowded local bar
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He hitched a ride to Abilene, and wondered how he'd come so far
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The signs they came, the rain fell like a baby's newborn tears
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He stood out on the open plain, and felt her hovering so near
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And he goes...
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All that time it was not wasted
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It was the way it had to be
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Whatever sorrow that he tasted set him free
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Clear blue sky, he smiles to think she's waiting close at hand
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He sets his wet clothes out to dry, then trudges toward the promised land
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Come what may, come whatever makes the world go 'round
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He close his eyes up half the day, and listens for her healing sound
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And he goes...
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Blue Sky Song
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| The Gathering Field |
