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We bid our friends goodbye |
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We promised we would write them |
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And headed north up 95 |
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Into the great unknown |
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We turned up our stereo |
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And felt so reckless and alive |
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We didn't know who we would be |
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We didn't know where we would end up |
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When we headed down that road |
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A little food and our guitars |
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In the backseat and that old cello |
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The one that would get stolen |
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In a town in Idaho |
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And it's a long way to Michigan and back |
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And it's a long way |
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Cause it's a long way, the clouds upon our backs |
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And it's a long, long, long, long way |
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And I have never seen |
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Reflections of the cleanest |
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Of blue as the Minnesota lakes |
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Those were the longest nights |
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Of wood smoke and Northern Lights |
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As we talked until the morning came |
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The light of glowing embers |
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As sweet as I remember |
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Among the rustling of the trees |
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The legend of the harvest moon |
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And sweet ballad of the loon |
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I felt as ancient as I was meant to be |
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And it's a long way to Washington and back |
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And it's a long way |
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Cause it's a long way, the clouds upon our backs |
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And it's a long, long, long, long way |
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I called you from a payphone |
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In windy, cold Missoula |
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And then from Midland in the rain |
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A place as proud and sad as |
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The South Dakota badlands |
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It touched me more than I could explain |
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The dirt poor reservation |
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Where the Oglala nation |
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Tries to hang on to its ways |
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Feather and Peyote pipe and |
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A six pack of Miller Light |
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Sits on the dashboard of a beat up Chevrolet |
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And it's a long way to Tennessee and back |
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And it's a long way |
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Cause it's a long way on the worn out heels of Kerouac |
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And it's a long, long, long, long way |
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Out in California |
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We touched the other ocean |
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And I still have that jar of sand |
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In the Arizona desert |
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The sky goes on forever |
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You've never seen a thing as grand |
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And North Montana was cold |
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She keeps her secrets frozen |
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Under glaciers way up north |
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And people have got lost up there |
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In the home of the grizzly bear |
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And you can ask the mountain |
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But the mountain doesn't care |
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And it's a long way to Delaware and back |
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And it's a long way |
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Cause it's a long way, the clouds up on our backs |
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And it's a long, long, long, long way |
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Cause it's a long way on the worn out heels of Kerouac |
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And it's a long, long, long, long way |
