| You might think there’s some big reason
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| Why I took this time to write
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| The cards and letters there been too few of those
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| But I just stopped to realize, how long did I been home
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| There’s a few small things I need to know
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| Dear Daddy, do the Whippoorwill still echo through the night?
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| Does the sound of silence squeeze the morning light?
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| And have you cropped the field in the pond just down the road
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| I miss you so
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| Well, the years keeps slipping by
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| Like the miles out on the road
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| Well, I don’t guess I’ll change my way of life
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| There’s no harm in holdin' memories
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| So please tell me if you can
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| I need to bring them old times inside
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| Dear Momma, can you still find the dipper in stars?
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| And do the roads still go for hours without cars?
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| And does the frost still shine, cold morning
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| On the grass outside the door
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| Just like before, tell me more
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| And I’ll be back to see you sometimes soon
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| Can you still reach out and almost touch the moon? |