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The pavement cracks where we used to run
Dust on our shoes in the afternoon sun
We counted the miles on a faded map
Now I trace them back with my finger tap
And the streetlights hum a tune I know
Every corner holds a ghost of go
That road those days we left behind
A winding line in my mind
That road those days a simple sign
We were young we were fine
The gas station sign is a rusted grey
We sang along to the radio play
You laughed at a joke I forgot the end
But I still feel the curve when we would bend
Now the years are just a rearview shine
I dont need to drive that line
But I keep the dust in a jar of mine
A quiet proof of a different time
That road those days we left behind
A winding line in my mind
That road those days a simple sign
We were young we were fine
