To look upon you
And feel nothing
Well, that's a funny kind
Now it's been, oh
So long since I have
Walked these streets
I
I feel I've done my last favor
So I'll say goodbye
Goodbye,
Well, I rode a whale of a love home that
Little city, big town
You know that your home
Is long away
Step outside
This hasn't happened in a too-long time
A new warm
I'll sing you a song
How it might be to live
The road stretched out
A hand ready to shake
The hand reached
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