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It's a ten-hour drive to our next show |
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Across the western wasteland |
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With no gigs in between |
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And the gas gauge says we are empty |
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But that's okay |
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'cause we don't burn gasoline |
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We burn our dreams |
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We burn our hopes |
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This van should have died a hundred-thousand miles ago |
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But it keeps going |
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We've got our good-luck charms on the dashboard |
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I've been driving all day |
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I've been driving all night |
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I think i can drive for the rest of my whole life |
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And when i feel like i'm about to fall asleep |
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I just stare at the taillights of the truck in front of me |
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And i pretend that they are eyes |
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And the bumper is a mouth |
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Filled with red and white teeth |
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And it guides me safely to the sunrise again |
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But if by chance i fall asleep at the wheel tonight |
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And crash and die |
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Construct a roadside monument |
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To commemorate my life |
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And honk your horn every time that you drive by |
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And i will be so grateful |
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I will be so grateful |
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Just to know that you still care |
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And i will be so thankful |
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Yes, i will be so thankful |
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Know that somebody's still there |
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This road is a long and ugly road but |
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This road kind of feels like my home |
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I'm always aching |
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To find out just exactly where it goes |
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Icarus made some wings and tried to fly up to the sun |
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Even though everybody told him that it could not be done |
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So he died, but at least he tried |
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And i bet that he had fun |
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And you may say there's not a lot to see on this drive |
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And i guess you would be right |
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But you're never gonna see the stars shine this bright |
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And i don't know what it is we hope we'll find |
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But i plan on lookin' for it all of my life |
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Because i feel like something must be missing |
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Something's missing |
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Can't you feel that empty feeling inside |
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Doesn't it make you wanna get in your car |
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Or run your bike and ride |
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Just to see what you might find out there |
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So i wear my tires thin |
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I'll destroy the soles on my shoes |
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I'll walk into the wind |
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And i'll send postcards back to you |
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I'll miss my dearest friends |
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And i'll miss this city too |
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But i'll feel bound, obligated |
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To do what i have to do |
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'Cause the sun never really sets |
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No the sun never goes down |
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We're just spinning |
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Around and around and around and around and around |
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No the sun never really sets |
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No the sun never goes down |
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We're just spinning |
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Around and around and around and around and around |
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And around and around |
