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Duffle bag on my shoulder, ticket in my hand

I’ve got a guitar on my back

Headed west to a promise of a future

Smoky clouds predict my fate, of fortune and uncertainty

Not sure how the road’s gonna ride

Leavin' you behind and it hurts me

The road unwinds carrying me through the night

A flash of headlights in my eyes, and they’re breathing down my neck

With my journal in my hand, I’m writing, capturing the essence of the ride

Meeting new friends every hour, sharing advice and stories of life

Everybody’s got a tale, so open yourself to the thrill of the moment

You exchange a word and say good bye

Traveling to a new beginning

With out leaving it all behind

The hours fly past on my fossil watch

One stop to another

Mostly writing, rarely talking about the things that I’m hearing

And it often makes me smile

The curiosity overwhelms, until I have fallen to sleep

Then the stories unravel in my mind

I struggle with the reflections. of the fire and the water

I can hear the tick of time

The road unwinds carrying me through the night

A flash of headlights in my eyes, and they’re breathing down my neck

With my journal in my hand, I’m writing, capturing the essence of the ride

Meeting new friends every hour, sharing advice and stories of life

Everybody’s got a tale, so open yourself to the thrill of the moment

You exchange a word and say good bye

I can feel the heat beatin' down on my bare feet

From the pavement of the yard by the window

I watch that crescent moon rise up

I can see the wind blowing through the fields of wheat

So I check the mailbox and I grab the letter

I see that you finally found me

Then happiness fills my soul till I realize

I’m dreaming, this is not reality

The road unwinds carrying me through the night

A flash of headlights in my eyes, and they’re breathing down my neck

With my journal in my hand, I’m writing, capturing the essence of the ride

Meeting new friends every hour, sharing advice and stories of life

Everybody’s got a tale, so open yourself to the thrill of the moment

You exchange a word and say good bye

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