you tell me ive got an awful long way to go
well look at you babe, you havent even hit the road
my feet face forward always ready for on the lamb
the poet inside of me wants to be able to scream
this road wants to be hitched, i just cant get up and go
ive been standing here waiting for you
thinking of all the places i could be
waiting for the "every thing you need, you have with in you"
just one more time to know what she said will hold true
before i pick up my heals and kick up the dirt
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