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The road is not a home
Except for those who live to roam
And those who live to roam don’t need a home
Except the road
I’ll take my time ‘til time takes me
I’ll change my mind whenever I please
Believe me, I don’t need to be more than alone
Darlin loving you is such an easy thing to do
It’s such an easy thing to do
So let me do it
Bide my time writing rhymes and wrongs
What if the right rhymes don’t come by anymore
And then flooding come the years
With all the youth of spring in tears
And still your doubt that noisy engine labors on and on and on
The hours keep their minutes
And the weeks still have their days
And nothing ever changes
We are knee deep in
This avalanche we’ve made