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Last I saw you you were headed south of Boulder
Throwing glances over your left shoulder
Wild-eyed and wind-burned racing light to Santa Fe
In a 1967 Chevrolet

In my memory it seems I always find you
Running with a trail of dust behind you
Hard and fast from places you have come to fear the most
From a whisper
From a shadow
From a ghost

And you can race the trains from here to Arizona
You can run the rivers to the coast
You can try to find some peace out in Sedona
From the places you have come to fear the most
From the places you have come to fear the most

You were standing in a snowfall in November
When I remember that you asked me to remember
You as you were headed south of Boulder
Throwing glances at me over your left shoulder

And you can race the trains from here to Arizona
You can run the rivers to the coast
You can try to find some peace out in Sedona
From the places you have come to fear the most
From the places you have come to fear the most

And you can race the trains from here to Arizona
You can run the rivers to the coast
You can try to find some peace out in Sedona
From the places you have come to fear the most
From the places you have come to fear the most

Last I saw you you were headed south of Boulder
Throwing glances at me over your left shoulder

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