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I’m getting packed now honey, grab your shoes,
let’s hit the road, lose them downtown blues,
let’s go our where the sun does shine and where we cannot hear the city cry

This city’s one big town of folks scrambling around,
on their knees each day to make end meet,
but up above their sighs are only graying skies,
they don’t ever seem to make it to their feet.

And in the shadow of this cityscape it’s easy to lose face,
for a bad idea sure goes a long, long way,
so like pennies to a wishing well I ride this carousel,
but the painted ponies never change their place.

Let go hungry for a while, just living by the miles,
two strays howling at an open sky,
we’ll go sniffing out the towns just like a couple hounds,
and the motels want to sing us lullabies.

Our worries be long gone, we will sing no lonesome song,
and the buzzards they will wave as we go by,
for their shadows have no place, and our dreams they can’t erase,
we’ll let them circle other people’s minds.

We’ll pit our frames against the wind, where there’s no one to offend,
and as for the dust, we’ll let it cleanse us of our shame,
there are no secrets to the sunshine, so we’ll not idly spend her time,
instead we’ll ask her to relieve us of our names

So as strangers then, we’ll roam, and the highway will atone
for the doors we locked beneath the city haze
and we will open up our lungs, and no longer tie our tongues
and if we find the key we'll bring it back someday

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