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Way on past the boulevards out here underneath the stars |
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I've been flying past the houses farms and fields |
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Leaving all |
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I know back there rushing through the cold night air |
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And holding on to nothin' but the wheel |
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Staying clear of the interstate |
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I'm seeking out those old two lanes |
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Trying to explain the way |
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I feel Till all at once it's half past three and it's down to just the trucks and me |
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And I'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel |
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I've been trying to drive you off my mind |
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Maybe that way baby |
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I can leave it all behind |
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And 41 goes on and on and the lights go winding in the dawn |
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And the sky's the color now of polished steel |
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And the only thing |
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I know for sure is if you don't want me anymore |
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Then I'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel [ fiddle - steel ] |
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And the only thing |
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I know for sure... |
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I'm holding on to nothin' but the wheel |
