Drive home past the wind
Night cold, stars are tight
Ride, been wrong, good
Drive, still make it run
The boy
The boy
Back, been lost and old
Cold, lost to the night
Run, fall down
Smoke of the fog
Dreams blow through the stars
Dreams blow through the stars
Follow the dawn
Dreams blow through the stars
Ride, still hard to tell
Drive home past the cold
Back, been lost and old
The boy
The boy
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