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Each door we pass means someone new
But only few can walk us through
Some come for one short sunny day
Some stay to keep the blue away
We pack a lunch of humble bread
We share a seat with nods instead
Some ride for years, some ride a day
The road decides who goes which way
A thousand names pass through the crowd
A million paths are calling loud
So when they go, we simply wave
And bless the road for what it gave
A thousand names pass through the crowd
A million paths are calling loud
Maybe the best is not to stay
Just find the peace along the way
We pack a lunch of humble bread
We share a seat with nods instead
Some ride for years, some ride a day
The road decides who goes which way
A thousand names pass through the crowd
A million paths are calling loud
So when they go, we simply wave
And bless the road for what it gave
A thousand names pass through the crowd
A million paths are calling loud
Maybe the best is not to stay
Just find the peace along the way
