the shoulders of the road
of all them places that I know
And every time I think I'll settle down
The winds pick up my bags
and dust and lights alone
And I know that I ain't never gonna be
No Polaroid picture boy dream
Turning circles inside my head
My night so real and my day so foreign
Kickin' round them hotel beds
When neon skies and vacant signs
Well, I just close my eyes
And I chase the road ahead
One more cup of coffee, if you please
They ask you every morning
through the newspapers they read
You ain't never gonna travel far
With the soul beneath your broken heart
Right on the heels of a quick dream
Turning circles inside my head
My night so real and my day so foreign
Kickin' round them hotel beds
Neon skies and vacant signs
And I chase the road ahead
Well, I'll cast my leather and bones
where I wish I didn't have to go
and dive down a deep old well
Ain't nothing so free as being lost
Right on the heels of a quick dream,
turning circles inside my head
A night so real and my day so foreign,
kickin' round them hotel beds
Neon skies and vacant signs,
Well, I just closed my eyes
and I chased the road ahead
Well, I just closed my eyes
and I chased the road ahead
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