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Have I got everything?
Am I ready to go?
Is it gonna be wild?
Is it gonna be the best time?
Or am I just a slave?
So, am I ready to go?
What do I hear when I see you here?
The call of the road
I think it started with driving
More speed, more deals
More sky, more wheels
More things to leave behind
And now it's all in a day for the modern mind
And I am traveling again
Callin' it the ghost town
And where is the heartland?
And I'm afraid to go
Was there any good reason that I had to go?
When all I know is I can never come back
Traveling, I met a friend
He had a trouble in his head
And all he could say is that he knew that the bottle
Drank the woman from his bed
From his bed
He said, "I'm not gonna lose that way again"
But sober is just like driving
More joy, more dread
Someone turns her head
And smiles and disappears
He's gotta take a look at his and it goes too fast
And he is just like me, caught in between
No sage advice or does weary mean wiser?
And someday will I sing the mountains
That carried me away, away from home
And hometown boys like you?
And what about us?
Was it really that bad?
Though it's hard to believe that what the highway wrote
Stuffed more than all the times we had
On little dirt roads
What am I reaching for that's better than I had?
No, it really was about driving
Not faith, not wealth
Not drivin' away from myself
It's just myself drove away from me
And now I gotta get it back, and it goes too fast
So I am traveling again
Sittin' at the old man
Pickin' up the pen
And I'm afraid to go
Was there any good reason that I had to go?
When all I know is I am all alone again
And you are the ghost town
And I am the heartland
And I can say to go
That's a very good reason that I had to go
But now all I know is I can never come back
And I will never go back
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